You create the storm in me,
With a look, a word,
Bringing crash of thunder,
Flash of lightning,
Driving, cleansing bath,
Of a summer rain storm...
A rain for lovers to hold hands in,
To trade kisses as in a shower,
Sticky with rain and love
And desire, aroused
Heated to their own
Thunder and lightning,
Wet with the example,
Of nature's display.
Donovan Baldwin