The storm

by Karishma Sinha

Clouds merge, gathering heavy and dense,
I dream of its humid darkness, like the depths of your eyes, still yet raging

Thunder rolls, electric arcs across the azure sky,
I yearn for it’s roaring music, like the rush of blood through your aching heart

The wind sweeps through in violent haste, chasing the sultry heat,
I yearn for its rough caress, like the whisper of your touch, barely there

Torrents of silver sheets pour down and the emerald plains rise to entwine,
like my soul all tangled up in the allure of your cascading thoughts

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