The night was dark and ominous, the stars obscured by angry storm clouds rolling across the sky. Woodland creatures cower in fear within the thick underbrush, quaking before the might of the storm.  Thunder rolls through the vastness of the sky shaking the very marrow of the thin insubstantial air.  Forks of lighting streak from heaven to earth, each flash illuminating the the destructive power that nature had wrought, yet to me it was a thing of beauty.  A dangerous dance of earth and the etheral idea of the universe, an embodiment of the mother herself, and a show of the enormous forces that she weilded.  The raindrops danced in the wind creating a mesmerizing pattern that enchanted me, caressing my face like a tender hand, invigorating me to my very core.  The gnarled oaks that had stood sentry for eons shook with the life of the world and each gust was like the breath of a mother, sweeping over vast plains of human imagination snuffing the fires of despair within my soul.  And i danced.  I danced with my face to the wind and my hair flowing like the little rivers created by the might of mother nature.  My feet whirled through the slick mud and my arms reached to embrace the entire universe, and in that moment i saw.  for the first time, my eyes were truely open to the reality of the fragile existance that each of us leads.  I saw the truth of how very temporary we are, and how delicate our lives would be if the world itself were to turn against us. And dancing like the life of mother nature herself flowed through my veins, I gave thanks for the chances we are given, for the life-giving essance of the air and the trees, for the tremendous gift of life we have been given...