you will get hit by lightning

my husband rushes to warn me about the storm coming I already know! The dogs and I have run outside. My arms are outspread. I am dancing; they are jumping, excited. drops of cold rain are coming down into my eyes, because my head is raised, my mouth is open. a storm! I scream to my husband! A real storm! I begin to twirl; arms outstretched. My dogs are wimps; they run to the porch. Hiding behind Daddy as I dance and swirl myself. “You will get hit by lightning!” he warns me. I do not care. I love a storm; I defy lightning to get me. There is always a fresh feeling in the air after a true storm. I cannot wait for God to replenish us with his wrath.