Our Storm

 
I wait.
For our storm.
The vague rumbles,
They surround my soul.
Tug at me.
Waiting

Clouds thicken.
Dark.
Black to the touch, they reach out.
To my dew drenched skin.

Watching.
Waiting.
For me to run.
From the lightening.
That is the spark.

Waite to run from the rain,
It wont stop,
Not for you or me.
You need to take shelter.

Cruel lightening,
Mencacing thunder.
The storm approaches.

In hiding,
I waite.
Looking.
For you.
In our storm.