In the rain
Storm clouds gather in the darkening sky.
War drums beat in the distance, calling for the storm.
The rain begins gently, softly touching my neck and shoulders,
like the intimate kisses of a lover.
The darkness deepens and the strength of the wind increases, blowing my hair into my face.
I can smell the coming storm,
the fresh wild scent makes my pulse race.
Lightening explodes in the darkness, my heart jumps. beating as after the touch of a new love, intense, exciting, and frightening.
The rain pours down upon me now, drenching me to the skin.
My mind is washed clear and my soul is refilled, by the beauty of the storm
My wet clothes hug the curves of my body, like paint.
I seek shelter in a door way.
In the crowd of people hiding from the storm, I look up and see your face.
The lightening flashes and the excitement runs to my heart.