I was reading before the storm hit. The heavens were bellowing with thunder. moments before the rain started. I put down my book and stared out the window that was to my right. As the rain reigned down harder and harder, an urge I’ve had, for sometime now, grew larger and larger. After a few more seconds, I could no longer stifle my desire. I flung myself out of my recliner and stripped my clothes off, only to replace them with a bathing suit. I grabbed a towel and ran down the steps, out the door, out to my backyard. Each raindrop that splattered against my bare skin sent an electric shiver throughout my body. I howled up to the sky, daring the thunder to return my call. Once I was completely soaked, I began to do some yoga. Once I was limbered up, I danced in the rain and continued to howl, laughing at the sheer enjoyment of simply being alive and in that moment. This has been the most spiritually cleansing action I’ve done for myself in quite some time. My recommendation: When you hear the warning shots of thunder, keep a bathing suit close to you.