i love the sound of rain on my windows. but i can't drive in the rain without a panic attack setting in.
nothing is more sensual and erotic than the sound of rain. raindrops on the window make me long to be in someone's arms. feeling the heat that is echoed by the lightening outside. i love the shadows lightening makes on the walls as thunder echoes its presence. the silence between thunder strikes runs parallel to a heartbeat. with the lightening striking just when you can't hold your breath anymore. when you are just about to explode --- the lightening flashes and the thunder rolls across you. even sirens sound different in a thunderstorm -- piercing through the blackened sky, screaming for attention and emergency. notice me it pleads. i can help you get through this is i can just reach you.
and then it's over. except for the puddles and the leaves on the ground. and a calmness creeps back over the destruction left in the storm's path
.... except if I'm driving. them my hands are clenched. and my breathing is fast. and i just want to get home to where it's safe.
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