Summer Thunderstorms...

I've always loved thunderstorms. Seeing the clouds building and approaching on the horizon. Feeling the excitement of the wind, rain, thunder, lightning. All the nice weather has reminded me of that summers coming and so are the storms. The ones at night are the best, when you don't care if the power goes out and especially when there's someone else to share the storm with:

a dark night,
a dark house,
a dark room,
an open window,
the heat of summer.
we sleep.
a breeze teases resting leaves,
a still lake begins to move, to shimmer.
a sparrow crouches in her nest,
grass stretches for the sky in anticipation.
distant flickers grow closer,
they dance, they flirt with the earth.
a glistening touch, a warm rumble, a light mist.
rivers rush and caress the hills,
clouds swell with lust and cover the stars,
heaven closes its eyes and we open ours.
trees writhe and arch their limbs,
crickets emerge and sing their delight.
doors slam and curtains flow like the robes of a monk on a mountain top.
cool rain frecklels our naked skin,
my fingertips drift through the valleys of your ribs.
they trace over your lips and whisper secrets to your soul.
our eyes meet in the shadows of the nights passion,
a millisecond gaze that feels like a thousand "I love you's".
hearts pound and fingers interlace.
lips meet and flowers wilt with envy.
inhale and rain pounds down.
exhale and winds collide.
inhale and lightning paints the sky.
exhale and clouds billow to great heights.
inhale and taste of the nights mad ecstasy.
exhale and we are one.