The Storm

I sit and wait.
The restlessness brewing inside me.
The darkness of an oncoming storm.

A few dark cloud.
The sun hides.
Birds stop chirping.
Leaves turn upside down.

Everything becomes still.
Brewing.

Wait for it.

The thunder, a low growl, far away and rolling
like the thunder in my gut when I see him
far away and rolling.

Wait for it.

His passion. Mine.
A few dark clouds.
The sun hides.
Thunder coming closer.

Wait for it.

The restlessness is peaking.
This is to be one mother fucker of a storm.

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