I’m lying in bed, tangled up in the sheets.
The windows are flung wide open.
I hear and see the wind whipping the trees in a frenzy.
The smell of fresh rain intoxicates me.
The low rumble of thunder begins its crescendo.
I remember the conversation with you about this very topic.
The sheer delight of a good thunderstorm.
Laying in bed as the storm approaches.
Enjoying and appreciating nature’s fury.
I roll to the side and close my eyes.
I try to imagine the feel of your warm body curled up behind me.
Your strong arm tucking me against you.
Holding me tight.
Kisses on my neck.
My eyes flutter open from a loud crack of thunder.
I groan, both from reminiscing and the longing.
The realization sets in.
I am alone in a storm.
I sigh and think to myself, “Maybe someday soon”.
I miss you.