The Power of the Storm

A veil of darkness falls over the earth.

It is coming.

I can feel it.

I know it’s power.

*Silence.

A silence I know all to well.

A silence I long for.

Anticipation with in me grows.

*I rush outside.

With open arms, I accept the approach.

No power is greater.

No passion can be matched.

*Ribbons of light dance across the sky.

Ribbons that can destroy the ground.

Power that can destroy man.

A beauty unmatched.

*Distant rumblings make me smile.

Such a sound can shake the ground.

Make buildings rattle.

A sound that thrills me.

*A warm breeze lightly lifts my hair.

I can feel years worth of stress-

melt away in moments.

Wind, caressing me like a lovers touch.

*The first drop of rain hits my forehead.

Others hit my nose and lips.

A warm sensual rain,

with the ability to wash away my fears.

*With unmatched passion,

with unmatched fury.

The storm rages around me.

The storm grows inside of me.

*The wind lifts my spirits higher and higher.

The rain clears my soul.

Rage, power, passion, lust.

All rolled into one giant emotion.

*Faster, the lighting flashes.

My eyes become blurry trying to keep up.

The majestic colors blend together,

into a wild struggle for a dominating hue.

*Harder, the thunder roars.

Rumbling in my mind.

Dizziness overtakes me,

as the drums in the sky become louder.

*Louder, the wind howls.

Generations of wolves running, howling all around me.

Frightened me. Thrilling me.

Pleasure I have never known.

*Stronger, the rain falls.

Soaking me to the skin.

Caressing every inch of me.

Sending me to unknown heights.

*Faster, the lighting flashes.

Harder, the thunder roars.

Louder, the wind howls.

Stronger, the rain falls.

* The passion I can no longer contain.

The pleasure within me builds.

My release coincides with that of the storm.

Pleasure unmatched.

*Panting, lying on the ground,

soaked with emotion.

I can feel my great lover subside.

Knowing he will return to me soon.

* denote the beginning of a new stanza.

Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.

Published by Chico’s Mom

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