The Stormy Lunes

First a trickle

Then the rain picks up

The drops dance

In the wind

With the clouds gradually darkening

Low guttural rumble

Distant at first

The storm isn’t here yet

But it’s close

I feel it

With all its potential energy

Thunder’s closer now.

Heavy rain now

Shrouded world in water’s fog

Hard to see.

A bright flash

And deafening crack of thunder

It had arrived

All rain gutters

Pour like mad with rainwater

The street floods

Small bits of

Everything wash down the avenue

As they meet

Their final destination

Down the deep storm drain

To the ocean

Wind whips violently

Tree branches snap, falling everywhere

Creating ground forests

The rain subsides

The winds die down gradually

The thunder quiets

Far brighter sky

Just as the sun reappears

The waters recede

I venture out

To clear the broken branches

Into a barrel

Clear sky now

Butterflies and birds fly by

Enjoying the warmth…

-AAA 07/25/2024

Tempest Tryst ☔️💃🕺☔️

Dancing together like a single form.

Keeps emotions infinitely warm.

Thunder provides a steady beat.

To the rainy overture as dancers meet.

A flash of lightning brightens in light.

Providing a strobe for the duet tonight.

Dipping a partner in the growing breeze.

Winds wisp violently among the trees.

Hold each other in the potent deluge.

The soft inviting arms, a temporary refuge.

Kissing deeply in endless sheets of rain.

Serious doubts that either will complain.

Soft lips quenched drenched in moist dew.

Quickly stealing an embrace or two.

In an increasing maelstrom they twirl around.

Until resting together on dampened ground.

Passions increased, no care that it’s wet.

Seeing how much closer they can get.

Very dank clothes will get in the way.

Quickly removed as the dancers play.

Caressing hair, gently touching faces.

Warms insides, near, and faraway places.

Soaked to the bone, the puddles run deep.

Saturate two bodies in intimacy’s keep.

The end of the dance they dress in the rain.

Sweet and tender skin almost too much.

Goosebumps appear where their lips touch.

Their own fury matches that of the storm.

Now a dance on ground, again single form.

In water-logged clothes, none can complain.

Last a retreat: dry clothes, cottage, and fire.

A bed warm blanket, the dancers retire.

-aaa ⛈️ ⛈️⛈️

Originally Published 04/08/2024

Tempest Tryst ☔️💃🕺☔️

Dancing together like a single form.

Keeps emotions infinitely warm.

Thunder will provide a steady beat.

To the rainy overture as dancers meet.

A flash of lightning brightens in light.

Providing a strobe for the duet tonight.

Dipping a partner in the growing breeze.

Winds wisp violently among the trees.

Hold each other in the potent deluge.

The soft inviting arms, a temporary refuge.

Kissing deeply in endless sheets of rain.

Serious doubts that either will complain.

Soft lips quenched drenched in moist dew.

Quickly stealing an embrace or two.

In an increasing maelstrom they twirl around.

Until resting together on dampened ground.

Passions increased, no care that it’s wet.

Seeing how much closer they can get.

Very dank clothes will get in the way.

Quickly removed as the dancers play.

Caressing hair, gently touching faces.

Warms insides, near, and faraway places.

Soaked to the bone, the puddles run deep.

Saturate two bodies in intimacy’s keep.

Sweet and tender skin almost too much.

Goosebumps appear where their lips touch.

Their own fury matches that of the storm.

Now a dance on ground, again single form.

The end of the dance they dress in the rain.

In water-logged clothes, none can complain.

Last a retreat: dry clothes, cottage, and fire.

A bed warm blanket, the dancers retire.

-aaa ⛈️ ⛈️⛈️