Every drop of pounding rain
that touched her skin
felt like a cold kiss
that turned electric.

Every lick of rising wind
that graced her skin
felt like tongues of delight
that trailed with chills.

Every bolt of lightening
that sought her skin
felt like a stroke of fever
that pierced her being.

Every crack of thunder
that she absorbed into her skin
felt like pulsations of sensation
that vibrated with power.

Every shift of clouds
that reached for her skin
felt like comforting arms
that held her in warmed embrace.

Storm lover, fill her with fate.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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