The clouds are dripping over the western mountains. I can practically smell the charge thats in the air. My skin absorbs the humidity, and it prickles with electricity. A thunder storm is being born. The skyheaves and gasps in her labor, collecting herself before she bears her violent child. My pupils grow wide. A wave of chill electricity rushes over my skin, goose bumps appear and tingle slightly. I take a deep breath, willing myself to keep this moment forever. Freeze time and always be in this present.