The rain is falling in copious amounts, beating against the shutter, the droplets painting the glass panes like an abstract work of art. And I’m sitting here in pure bliss, my book by my side. Not partaking in my favorite pastime as I intended — reading the words and stories as they flow from one page to the next — I’m instead still, calm, finding peace in the storm and the harmonious song of the wind and thunder. Quietly observing as the trees change their shape, bending and dancing to the tune. Every vibration, every boom, is felt deep in my bones. Every flash of lightening a sign that magic exists. Mother Nature performs.