I sat out in my drive way, cross legged, letting the rain beat me cold. Felt the wind tug at my clothes, my hair. Smiled as the lightning burned my eyes, as the thunder vibrated through my entire being. Soaked, wet, cold. Smiling. I dont know why I am so lonely. I know people care, they want to take care of me, they want me to be happy and fine. But I still hurt. My window was stuck open, so the rain kept getting in. I beat on it till it slid shut. I hear the rain and the wind, I see the lightning as it makes my room for a split second, making everything alive in its burning white light. The storm is right on top of us now, and I love it. I love this kind of weather.