A light Thunderstorm Poem

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Storm Erotica
I sit here in candlelight
As a storm rolls in
From behind me;

Lightning flashes
In brilliant ecstasy,
Thunder shakes the ground
With rhythmic staccato;

The evening sky is grey
With the heavy ceiling of clouds
Pouring buckets upon the
Already saturated earth;

I venture outside
To become inspired;

Rivers form down the hillside,
Little tributaries race
Around my car
As I stand,
Soaked beyond words,
Wondering if she will start tomorrow;

My skin tingles in the cold,
My wet top clings
To my breasts
Revealing all;

I seek refuge in my home
Again;
Cold, but inspired;

I peel myself from my clothing,
Then sit in my robe of jade silk,
Basking in the candles light,
Writing the ecstasy of the storm.

~Susan Dawn Gravel
11 june 2004