Passion's Kiss

The rain is about to start. I can smell it. The earthy clean scent of silver black clouds and thunder. The cool breeze that's not quite cold and not quite warm. Refreshing. A flash of purple in the night. Streaks of passion stirring my soul. My breath catches with every rumble and flash. I am drawn towards the doors with a racing heart. To embrace the power of the storm is my only wish. The first drops against my upturned eyelids are gentle kisses. kisses which lead to another and another. Always stronger and quicker than the one before. It isn't long before I am drenched in moistness. Embraced by my storm-lover. I shiver from such an all-consuming show of affection and too soon my love pulls away. Leaving the gentle kisses of the beginning on my face and hands. Drifting away. The clouds part. The Man in the Moon can see which bits of moisture are lingering kisses and which are tears of abandonment. He shines a comforting glow to reassure me that I am not alone. I smile at my friend the moon and turn away.