Synopsis:  This is one of a series of exercises to describe the nature of a thunderstorm and what my perceptions of it could be.

The impending storm moved in our direction and I was unable to sleep as I crawled quietly out of the bed.  Walking softly, I stepped out onto the front porch where I sat silently on the glider as the sky slowly changed from billowing white puffs of cotton to rolling gray clouds.  I could hear thunder in the distance as the storm blew steadily toward me.  The warm breeze whipped around me like a pair of passionate arms, holding me tight in a loving embrace.  Tendrils of hair tickling against my ears as the wind buffeted me.  It was as if she were there beside me, blowing into my ear, teasing me and leading me astray.  Thoughts of her and how she made me feel kept me tethered in the glider, knowing the storm would soon overtake me.  I couldn’t have moved if I had wanted to as my memories of her intermingled with the brewing storm. 

Breathing deeply, the moist, humid air began to drape around me like my lover covering me from head to toe.  My skin tingled with anticipation as the storm drew even nearer.  In the distance, brilliant streaks of silver lightning rippled across the darkening sky, teasing my eyes and making me blink with the suddenness of the flashes.   

The rolling thunder vibrated around me, sending sound waves through my body in much the manner that she did when she whispered love words into my ear.  The sounds varied in timbre from a slow, sultry, rumbling tone, wrapping around me in anticipation of a passionate interlude, to that of the crashing bursts of loud raucous noises sounding like my love does as she plays with me until like an arch, I bend into her grasp. 

As the sky darkened more, scenes before me blackened to midnight making me feel as if her ebony hair was hanging in front of my eyes obscuring my sight as she hovered over my body just like so many times in the past.  The storm swept even closer, causing the hair on my body to stand up, making me tingle all over, throbbing with an unknown excitement exactly like when she runs her fingers lightly over my arms and torso, touching me softly, making my nerves stand up on end, wanting her with all my being.  

The blackness enveloped me as the wind picked up, battering from all sides, pressing me downward onto the glider even as its warmth swept over my body.  It consumed me totally as the rain began to blow harder, spraying a fine sheen of moisture over my face and arms, much like the hot sweat that pulls from my body when we are making love.  Every touch of air movement and rain sweeping over me reminded me of her devouring my body and soul, pushing me ever closer to that loud, rolling clap of thunder that signals the height of the storm before she pushes me to the final eruption of orgasmic reprieve. 

Shuddering with ecstasy as the storm crashes directly overhead, makes me relive the physical climax my body embraces as my love sweeps through me, causing me to cry out my final release.  My shouts are lost in the loudness of thunder and cacophony of sounds from the drumming rain hitting the tin roof during the moments my body orgasms from the memories of her sexual dominance over me.   

The storm passes over, the thunder is quieter, and the wind softens once more to spread gentle caresses over my burning body.  I breathe deeply the freshness of the night as the moon begins to peak around the clouds once more, casting light onto the lingering raindrops making them look like diamonds dropping from the sky. 

Standing with wobbly legs and pausing to get my bearings, I turn to re-enter the house.  Entering our bedroom with quiet precision, I strip naked and crawl beneath the covers, pulling her close to my shivering body.  The night has ignited my senses to a feverish pitch and only she can calm the raging storm coursing through my body and centering in my womanhood.  I reach out to awaken her so that I can once again hear the thunder in my ears and the wind blowing over my feverish body as we make the journey to erotica together until our intermingling quietens our rampaging storm and sleep wraps me gently in its arms.

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