Dominating and slashing, rain whips the howling winds into submission-
The winds whimper and attempt to escape, flying at breakneck speed,
Ripping vulnerable leaves from their safety and squeezing through the cracks,
Trying to escape the abusive attacks of the rain which permeates everything.
Windbreakers rendered useless, umbrellas scattered on slippery streets,
And one window, torn open from its hatches by the hiding wind, allows
The pitter-pattering clashing rain inside. Unwillingly, momentarily,
Leaving the safe harbor of love's alcove, four arms reach to close the window-
Wind and rain fight, worthy opponents, splattering and buffeting two faces
Drawn in determination to shut the window and return to the privacy and safety
Found in love's embrace. Lightning flashes and thunder booms, shaking the floors,
Shaking frames holding roughly at each other in the frame of the bed. Four arms,
Entwined and rain splattered, begin to dry water drops and clear the fear-
Caused by the rain, calmed by love. Four arms and four hands clear the clutter,
Thrown off shelves by the violent winds of this storm. Broken vases,
Scattered books, ripped curtains, and water - water everywhere! Pattering,
The harsh rain slashes against the closed window, the protection of these lovers,
Attempting another unwelcome interruption into their privacy, into their moment.
But two arms enfold one whimpering body, to the sound of whimpering winds
Two lips meet one face, still streaked with the wet battle-scars of the slashing rain.
Two hands caress dripping hair while two hands clutch a soaked shirt.
Forgetting the whirling storm, two eyes behold two more- four eyes entranced.
Two arms encase the smaller frame, forgetting the thunderous night, and then two...
Two become one.
