Wild Lightning

The lightning

breaks the sultry summer air.

Its components explode

in deafening crescendo

rain falls in heavy vertical stripes

a deluge of waterfalls.

I take off my shirt

and walk in the gardens.

Soaking drenched

and alight with passion.

As alive as the

forces of nature above me.

Beyond wetness

the pure water washes my soul.

Crying for its coolness

in the turgid heat.

of endless summer

of drought and dust.

My face reaches upwards

to the storm gods.

My mouth opens wide

to swallow its bounty.

Cooling my needs in this maelstrom

I see her calling me to go inside

To be safe from the ferocious power.

But I am young

and powerful like the storm

I feel its energy

flowing inside me like electricity.

My needs build like the lightning.

The voltage surging until the air cracks.

I call her to join me in the garden

To welcome the power

To absorb its energy.

To lie with me in passion

as she is thunder.

And I am lightning.