Lightning Coming

Up came lightning, rippling, crackling, And the tender tension grew, All the air was moistly heavy, Racked and writhing, tightly tense. Deep the distant rumbles raged on, Deep the moans and purring passion. Lightning lit the wraith-edged skyline, Waiting, wanting, gasping breath drawn. Static crackled from the tree tops, Shivering shudders shook her frame. On the gusts the storm came closer Driven by each stroke it came. Riven by the lightning striking, Lifted, pulsing, passion-claimed.