Gah! I've been a very bad writer lately D: I'm so sorry for not updating, school and some family complications have made it less than easy to write. But I'm back, and ready to update! Just have patience with me, pwease :3

ENJOY!

It happened when he was 7 years old.

The lightning hit.

He was only a boy, playing with his action figures underneath his covers, like every boy has done. Except he wasn't playfighting. He was taking them apart. He unscrewed panels and limbs with stolen tools, his pudgy hands struggling to fit around a handle built for the palms of a man. Still, Jay worked, small pink tounge sticking out of the corner of a small pink mouth.

For a split second, the small blue room was illuminated with a blinding light. Jay froze. What was that? The small boy slowly crawled out of his workspace, picking up the flashlight that he had been using to illuminate his project. He kneeled on his bed and peered outside his small window.

BOOM!

The trailer shook, and Jay screamed, dashing underneath his covers again. It had to be a monster! What else would make such a terrible roar? The boy stayed there, shaking, waiting for the terrible jaws of some demon crush him to bits, just like in all of those stories the older boys told in town. Nothing happened. After what seemed like an eternity, Jay finally decided to risk a peek outside. The familiar junkyard greeted him with its piles of metal bits and peices, and nothing more. No monster, no frightning jaws full of sharp teeth. But...he couldn't see the stars. Clouds covered up the entire sky, preventing any light from shining through. Little Jay gaped. He had never seen so many clouds!

A drop hit the window with a sof tap. Jay's eyes widened. Water? The drop slid gently down the glass, wavering and zig zagging across the smooth surface. Another drop. And another. And another! Soon, the entire window was covered in the running drops of water, the taps melding together into a chaotic beat. Jay gasped. This was awesome! He laughed, putting a tiny hand against the cool glass, watching as the sandy terrain outside quickly darkned into mud. Jay giggled, enchanted by the strange sight. Always a curious one, he bounced off of his bed and grabbed his jacket, struggling to lace up his boots. He was going to feel what the falling water was like.

Sneaking quietly across the trailer, he managed to kneel down and squeeze through the doggy door (he never knew why they had one). Almost instantly, he was hit by cold drops of liquid, ones that quickly began to soak through his thin jacket. Jay gasped at the cold, a sensation he hardly felt here in the desert. He squeezed his eyes shut and wiped his eyes at a vain attempt to clear the water. Eventually though, he gave up. Instead, he watched the water drip and pool in empty car hulls, bowls, freezers. He extended a hand to catch the water, and giggled as it overflowed and poured onto the ground. Soon, Jay was running all around the empty ground in front of the trailer, sliding in mud and jumping in puddles. He hummed to the melody of drops hitting metal all around him and opened his mouth to drink some of the falling water. He played and sang and splashed until he was soaked to the bone.

CRACK!

A deafening crash filled his ears and he slammed his hands over them. The sky was filled with a blinding light so bright that all Jay could see was white. The booming crack seemed like it was coming from everywhere, above below, next to him, behind him! It rattled his teeth and shook the metal bits on his boots. He screamed, thinking that the monster had finally got to him. Where else would the roar be coming from?

It suddenly stopped as quick as it had come.

Jay stood, frozen, paralyzed with fear and awe as he watched flashes of electricity danced across his vision. What had happened? Was the monster gone? Why did he feel so warm? He looked down, the crackling of currents filling his ears. His feet were also covered in the strange blue lights! He experimentally shook a foot and watched as the lights wavered, but stayed. The dancing, erratic lights seemed to jump in and out of his skin, filling his body with glorious tingles. No monster.

He blinked, and the world became a blinding blue, not black. He giggled, trying to swipe at the brightness flying in his vision. The lights began to fade, and he felt oddly sad that they were leaving. They made him happy and tickled him to the core. Jay wiggled his fingers and tried in vain to catch the strange glowing things.

"JAY!" a voice screamed. Before he knew it, his father had run out into the rain and was holding him, running his hands across his face, muttering under his breath. "What were you thinking?!" Jay tried to speak, but Ed pressed him to his shoulder, his hand strong against his head. The lights were gone now...Jay felt oddly empty. He suddenly felt a biting cold strike him to his core, and he shook. Ed picked him up and ran back indoors, oblivious to the wimper of the boy in his arms. Once they were inside, Jay was transferred from the arms of his father to the embrace of his mother.

"Oh, Jay, you're alright!" she squeezed him so tight he couldn't breathe. Jay was still silent, trying to figure out what had happened or where the lights went. His parents dryed him and fretted over him and chastised him, but Jay payed attention to none of it. He was still thinking of the blinding flash and terrifying crash, and wonderful tingles that surrounded him, were in him. Jay was consumed by those few seconds. He could still feel the heat that was in limbs, the tickling sensation of the blue lights dancing across his skin, almost seeming happy to be with him.

When Jay was finally being tucked in once more (and chastised again for stealing his father's tools), the boy uttered his first words in over an hour.

"What is it?"

"What?"

"What is it?" he repeated again, hoping his father knew what the light was, why it felt so good.

"It's rain."

"The light?"

"What? No, the water, son." he chuckled and kissed his forehead. Jay sighed, becoming frustrated.

"The light Daddy, what's the light?"

"You mean the lightning?" Ed asked, looking out the window. Jay sucked in a breath. Lightning. It sounded beautiful, fast, dangerous. From the lull of the L, the sharpness of the T and the speed of which the name was said, Jay loved it.

"Lightning." he whispered. The name echoed in his head long after his father left the room and there was nothing left but Jay and the rain.

So, how did you like it? Tell me all of your opinions on this new little series I started! (I really got to finish something before I start a new project...)