Lying awake at night listening
To the tattoo of raindrops on my roof
Thunder breaks into my thoughts
Too far away to worry, it nevertheless
Draws my attention to the weather outside
Wind howls relentlessly thru the trees
Finding crevices into which it seeps
Bringing chills to the heated night
And I snuggle closer to your warmth
Snug and safe in this nighttime haven
You have created in my life
I used to cringe and quake with storms
Ever afraid of what might come
Danger seemed to lurk so near at hand
I felt so fragile amid its fury, but now
Storms no longer bring me dread
I no longer fear their raging wrath
But knowing you will awake and hold me
I shiver in anticipation of what the storm brings
You feel my shiver and take it for fear
Pulling me safely into your arms, kissing
Me to the rhythm of the rain and wind
Offering me passion to replace my terror
And I take it with a secret smile
I’ll never tell you I’m not afraid of storms
And haven’t been for quite a while
Jason Chase, a man filled with personal demons, only wanted to finish his manuscript. But all his carefully laid plans disappear when a stranger showed up at his front door claiming to be his long-lost father.
This is exceptional, certainly worth keeping to yourself. The love and passion is so rewarding, thoroughly enjoyed Sue, thanks for sharing.
warm hugs
Elga
i like where you take me on this one ...
Love the poem, as I do storms too.. Nice one.
Carmen :-)
I shiver in anticipation of what the storm brings
excellent play between storm and passion