You know, the kind of rain that soaks you to your skin in a second. When the clouds roll across the sky like a blanket, covering everything in grey. Lightning that cracks and sparks and sends shivers through your bones. Thunder that rumbles under the soles of your feet. Something that makes you feel insignificant one moment and like anything is possible the next. I want to splash and run and scream and shout with you. I want to stand in the middle of it all, mascara running down the banks of my cheeks, laughing, arms open. I don’t want to see it coming. I want adventure.