I hear the rumbling distant roar

chaos is coming my way

taunting and tickling the senses

ever so slight,

barely audible,

but resonating through every orifice of my body,

no actual movement

yet every tiny hair responds to the surge,

now urging through me

ever so slight

its unbearable

a gentle caress whispering fulfillment

a missed kiss haunting dreams

a hungry need left unfed

awaiting the storm

knowing the occasion has been negotiated

relentless downpour

abashed with disappointment

ever so slight

the thunderous collisions of this life