The wind caresses my upturned
Face, each nerve in my body bare and
tensed as
I await the coming storm. The
blinding
Fury of a room lit up with
lightning, my
Home shaking on its foundations
As thunder explodes across the sky
and
A shiver tickles down my back.
Every inch of skin waits for that
moment
Where the black gate of cloud opens
And my body becomes drenched in
Pure bliss.
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