I dance in rain, and they call me fool. I hear whispers in the raindrops and songs in thunder; they complain about the weather. I walk through hail and feel the earth’s heartbeat beneath my feet. They fight the shadows with flickering candles; I embrace the darkness. They scoff at my bare feet, my rain-soaked hair, my fanciful dreams, but they will never know the wind’s kiss or the night’s embrace or the glory of the storm.