Southern Tempest

I’m a daughter to the Sky,
Sister to the winds
East, North and West
I’m Southern Tempest

I’m that sudden scattered shower on a sunny day
A gust that sways a still hammock
I’m that pleasant cooling waft on a hot summer day
And the torrential storm that washes away rainbow dreams

I caress my lover within the warmth of gentle light gusts
Stroke his ego with hot sweaty whispers
Sooth his loneliness with blistering currents of floating kisses

I can be tranquil and still allowing silence to consume
or I can be a zephyr of  destruction, obliterating everything in sight.

No, I’m no delicate Southern Belle
I’m the dreaded Southern Tempest