The air feels heavy with foreboding
as colour leaches out of the daylight
greyness turns coppery and progresses
to near darkness
Lightening flares and strobes across the sky
as thunder rolls like cannonades
the jagged spears tear open the sky
the world is phosophorus illuminated
then fades back to near darkness
The storm is closer counting the lightening
to thunder ratio only a mile away
the trees are beginning to agitate in
the strengthening wind
rain is spattering on the roof light for
now but it will increase when the
storm reaches its zenith
Goosebumps stand proud on my arms
my breath gets faster
as I anticipate the power of the storm to come
I sink into the power of your embrace
the air sparkles and my mind is filled with pleasure
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 