There's a painted moon in the sky that's haunting me in my waking times. It calls to my soul and slips beneath my armor. The rolling clouds that highlight its light across darkness fall down and greet me with a calming grace only anything in nature can dream of. The heavy set her fills my lungs as a storm approaches. The thunder hurling itself over mountains, plains, terra firma rolls undertake feet and up they my bones. I am shaken to my core as lightening sets my soul aflame. I've never felt so at peace or washed clean as the rain batters against soft skin. 

Bare feet moves steadily against the desert sand. Learning every crevice it can as the pace of the storm and my heart rate pick up. The blazing of lightening condemns my soul. Here there is nothing but laughter, life, and freedom.