• Feel it on your skin, wet and cold, sweet but evil. Clouds that darken the sky, show the signs. As you stand there, dipping wet from head to toe, not moving. For you like the feel of it on your skin. THe rain keeps falling, as lightning strikes and thunder rolls. You listen to the wind blow through the trees, and the rain hit the ground as you walk home. You stop listen just once more, then continue home. As you enter the house, you walk to your room, not caring your soaked to the bone, sit down at your desk, and watch the rain fall outside your window, wishing to feel it on your skin again.