As the rain hurtles down in its violent path to the ground, I await the reprieve so often found in its aftermath. I wait, and watch by the window pane, wondering when it will end. The rain pours down in sheets, encompassing the earth, and all that is found upon it. At random the lightening thrashes out, poking and pricking at random. The resounding boom that follows quakes those that hear it. Fighting the storm is impossible, and it seems it will never die out. So I sit patiently, and wait, while the rain washes me away.