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Storm

The whole air is conspiring
and ravening thunder rumbles
your image turns in my head
obscure as dark, rolling clouds

Lightning curls, flickers
piercing

Yes, I long for your hand on
my damp skin
a hot breath enters my window --
a gasp,
then sweet, hard raindrops
sweet, hard raindrops
to wet the needy earth

- Louise Rill -