Passion Storm

Midnight. The sky is overcast, and the wind is howling wildly. The skeletal birch at my window taps an eerie rhythm on the glass.

My skin tingles, alive with the electricity in the air. There’s a feeling in the pit of my stomach, a feeling of an impending unknown, and I know I must move before I am consumed in the charged atmosphere.

I run from my room, robe flowing behind me, to the door. I throw it open just in time to see a lightning bolt, white-hot and alive, rip through the dark – charring the very edges of the night.

Running into the dark, a cacophonic crash of thunder deafens me, and my skin crawls with the electricity flowing all around me. I continue to run into the darkness, embracing the wildness and the aroma of fresh earth kicked up by my bare feet.

The sky opens up, and a torrent of warm autumnal rain washes over my body. I lift my face to the heavens, and my hair falls back, exposing what skin the robe does not cover. The stinging little drops pelt my face, neck, and chest, and I drop my robe to the cool ground.

Another flash of lightning brightens the dark, and I can see a meadow in the brief flash. I run across the wet grass to the meadow and stare up at the turbulent sky. The clouds are gun metal gray and thundering through the sky at their own pace. The wind picks up and blows an eerie, haunting scream through the trees, and my body responds to the charged air. I begin to dance and sway, letting the rain wash over my body.

Lightning tears through the sky again, and, across the meadow, I can see you. You are out, driven into the rain to revel in the electricity and power of the storm. You’re watching my rain dance with a gleam I’ve seen before. I cross to you, and, as thunder booms deep into the earth, we kiss. Lightning flashes again, and the intensity of the kiss grows, as if we are trying to devour one another.

We drop to the ground, the coolness of the rain-soaked earth yielding to our bodies as the rain threatens to drown us. Thunder booms and the only light is the lightning streaking across the sky. The fresh smell of the soil mingles with
the passion ignited by the electricity arching between our bodies.

As the storm intensifies, we make love – hard and fast – matching the rhythm set by nature’s cacophonic symphony. The frenzy builds and builds until the storm is right above us, tearing through the night like a demolition crew, urging us on and on.

At last, as the storm crescendos, our bodies join truly as one, riding wave after wave of electric passion. Our cries are drowned by the thunderous growls of mother nature, and, in that moment, our souls join – creating one where there once was two.

As suddenly as it began, the storm subsides. Clouds move on in the distance, revealing the perfection of a starry sky. Our bodies come down from this most natural of highs, and we lay there, wrapped in the embrace that only comes from the true joining of two people.