It comes slow and sure blowing, surging on Beauty grows as the clouds gather close Building, expanding, living, breathing. Moisture all around but rain doesn't fall Skin tingling sensitive nerves on alert Sounds in quietness amid dusk like sights Turning, moving blown about gentle waves. Then kisses begin wet drops touch and feel As if barely landing, lifting then leaving Soft remembrances moist wetness and then Rhythm sings louder faster and longer. Beginning so slowly drops falling now hard Wind swirls into frenzy rushing caressing Holding tightly, firmly in places untold Escaping groans of sheer rainfall cries.
Thunder crashes explodes bright light.
Deep from within holding tight clinging LoveStorm has passed and all is refreshed. Copyright 1997,1998, MichaelAngel, All Rights Reserved.