it’s electric

Right now outside my window I can see some amazing flashes of lightning, feathery staccato punctuation marks highlighting the beautiful pink and purple of the night sky. The rain now is starting to hit the window. The wind also has picked up and the trees around the pool and courtyard have begun to sway. It’s so beautiful in the wildness of the storm.

I love thunderstorms. All I really need to complete the picture is someone sitting next to me here on the futon sharing the weather, a glass of port, and–as my friend Roger notes that electrical storms make people more horny–some summer loving.

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