This is actually the first part in a four part write ...

It was midnight, the witching hour, and
Time was slowly ticking with the clock
Which stood in the hallway. She lay there
Upon the bed, sleepless, mind restless, as
The minutes slipped away into the nigh.

Outside, a light rain fell, tinkling upon the
Window as lightning would cast shadows
Upon the walls while the soft wind danced
With the trees. They called to her, whispered
Her name in echoes of dreams.

Much to her surprise, a gust of wind blew open
The unlatched window and curtains billowed
Like puffy rose coloured clouds at dawn.

There he stood, within her room, rain soaked
Clothes clinging to his chilled skin. Her body
Became flooded with a heat never before felt,
As he inched closer with eyes that burned her
Soul.


She knew what he was there for ... it had happened
This way before. Middle of the night while it rained.
Her body ached, as in the past, yearning for this
Stranger's touch to grace her skin.

~to be cont.