Opening my umbrella, I walk quickly under the trees along a narrow and rocky trail. Lightning strikes right above followed by a loud rumble. Rain becomes heavier turning into a hailstorm. I don’t care if my legs are soaking wet. In fact I don’t even care if my umbrella might dangerously resemble a lighting conductor. I rely on the trees nearby on a rocky hill. May they catch the thunderbolt instead of my umbrella if theres one coming too close. The heavy rain blurs the landscape beautifully as I enjoy the sound of storm.