Every time there's a storm it reminds me of when I was just 7 years old. It was one of those amazing summer nights. I was sitting on the front porch at our dilapidated old house in West Geelong. It was a Saturday, so I was allowed to stay up later than normal, I was just sitting there taking in my surroundings, feeling calm and breathing in the thick warm air of the summers day just past. The gentle breeze caressed my skin, accompanying me into my wild and strange daydreams. Slowly it started to rain and I could feel the warm stray droplets as they landed on my exposed skin. The thunder started to roll and the lightening began to crack. Soon the sky was filled with dancing lights and my ears were filled with the rolling sound of the thunder, never stopping, never hesitating. The experience lasted for an hour before my mother ushered me inside to bed. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced, and one of my most vivid memories of my mundane childhood.
