A heavy wind blows across the field, bowing the trees until their limbs sweep downward, kissing the ground.  The midnight sky lies hidden by dark charcoal clouds holding back the rain. The air crackles with static electricity as the storm moves nearer. 

Storms are my passion and I can’t wait to be a part of the one rapidly sweeping toward me. Stepping out onto the porch, I stand on the very edge watching the wind whirling sporadically, buffeting the leaves on the ground, sending them spiraling into the air.  The heat presses upon my body as the current pushes strongly into my face.  It envelopes me entirely in a cloak of hot dry heat, melding against my skin.  Reaching up, I open my shirt as the sweat trickles between my breasts.  My breasts ache to feel the caress of the breeze upon my hot turgid nipples before the cool tendrils of the storm chill me to my core.  The searing heat causes me to gasp as well as brings sensitive nerve endings to my body’s surface as it strokes my skin.  I toss back my head as sensations rage through me just as the storm will soon combust around me.   

The hair on my arms stands on end as the crackle of lightening sounds in the distance.  Thunder rumbles and I feel the vibrations coursing through my body.  Shivers run through me as my senses burst into flames while the fury draws even closer.  I feel the pull of the storm racing through my blood like liquid fire causing me to burn from inside out.  Opening my eyes I see the wind increasing just as it is battering my unconsciousness making me ache for more as my limbs tremble and quake with the increasing wildness of the storm. 

My hair whips across my face, obscuring my sight as the current of air sucks the breath from my lungs.  My mouth opens and I feel the stinging hot wind, forcing its way into the back of my throat.  Droplets of rain that have begun to fall chaff my lips.  They tingle and quiver as the wind and rain caress them as passionately as a lover’s kiss.  The air is blisteringly hot bringing me to a fevered pitch while the stinging rain, tempers my reaction as its chilled drops pommel my chest.   

The storm surrounds me while the crashing thunder tumbles through my limbs and the flashes of lightening blind my eyes.  The rain saturates my clothing causing the material to lie clingingly against my skin as if a wet glove is peeled over my flesh.  I shake with the fierceness of the storm as all my senses burst into flame when finally it descends over my head.  The rolling thunder rumbles through my ears deafening me, as the storm becomes the only sound I can hear.  The rain sweeps me completely, dripping off my body in much the manner of falling from the branches of a tree.  My eyes no longer can see the storm as the brightness of lightening momentarily blacks out my sight, making all my other senses rush to rescue me. I am the storm and the storm is me, we are one with the universe. I am the sheer energy of the storm just as it gives me life. I hear my heartbeat with each clap of thunder and my breath as the wind sweeps through me. 

Even as I work to regain control, the thunderstorm rolls past me to move further up the hill to soon dissipate leaving me exhausted but fulfilled.  My heart slows down and no longer pounds in my ears as I finally hear the steady dripping of the rain from the roof.  My eyes open and I see the clearing of the sky as the stars begin to peak from behind the fast moving clouds.  My arms are chilled now that the cool rains have soothed the fever burning within my body.  I shake my head as reality once more rises before me.  Slowly I pull my shirt closed as my shoulders slump while the energy seems to pull out of me to follow the electrical path of the disappearing storm.  As my body returns to a pre storm state, I wonder when the next tempest will rise to tease me to a feverish pitch.