A Sound Of Thunder

The heat rises higher,
Waking me from heated dreams.
You sleep there beside me,
Deep in your own dreams.
I slip outside on bare feet,
Like a shadow made of glass.
I listen to the thunder,
Bring a promise of rain.
I watch the lighening,
Hear the thunder,
Like drums and special effects,
Movinging closer.
I feel the power of the storm,
Rush across my body,
Like a lovers touch,
I feel and smell the rain,
In the wind on my face.
Suddenly,
I,m drenched in cool rain.
It runs down my body,
I raise my arms,
Paying homage,
To the storm,
And I dance,
With passion,
Letting myself rise,
To meet the storm,
Then your there,
Arms about my waist,
We dance,
Our scant clothes,
Pasted against,
Every curve of our bodies,
The meterial,
Leaving nothing,
To imagine.
Coolness and heat,
You know me well,
As storm and thunder,
Becomes a silky magic.