The wind blows us closer
as the rain calls our names.
The thunder goads us on,
the Lightning knows our games.
White caps rage as the drops come faster.
Bigger, wetter and every inch worth a mile.
She can smell it in the thick humid air,
I can taste it in the burnt ozone bliss.
Another flash, this one closer still.
It rages and it strikes all around us.
Long lost shoes fill up,
Get carried away in the churning mud.
Barefoot hand in hand we twirl and spin.
A storm is what we love, all weve asked.
The drops are less frequent now, the noise fades.
The air crisper, fresher, newly cleaned.
A small gust breezes by,
A shiver up our spines.
Cold, wet, we hold each other close,
Sharing the same joyful inner warmth.
A mischievous smile spreads and
I know she has a flash.
Quick as lightning, falling, landing flat.
All I see is that same smiling beautiful face,
That dripping vibrant hair.
With a grin to match I stare back up at her, and then, a kiss, warm. Soft. Bliss.
More than I could ever