By Athena
Date: 30 January 1999

the storm

sometimes its been too long
i walk to the center of the field
standing silently i lift my eyes to the horizon
and wait
everything darkens as clouds fill the sky
and slowly i feel the humidity begin to rise
like the familiar heat of your body surrounding me
a stiff breeze blows through my hair
scattering it like your bellowing breath
time passes with each quickening gasp
in the thick late summer air
slowly droplets begin to touch my skin
cool beads of sweat rolling down your body and melting into mine
and with sudden illumination ground shaking thunder roars above
the sky opens
and with one final groan unleashes its fury upon me

and even as the groping tempest subsides
there i stand
soaked and trembling
in the center of an empty field