Lightning Strike

Rain comes swiftly,
On the wings of the wind.
I taste dust in my mouth,
Driven up by the first drops of rain.

I have felt the thunder in the air,
All afternoon.
Like something waiting to be unleashed.
It has a smell all its own.

I stand before the sky,
It is in me, and I in it.
Reaching with the wings of thought
We are one.

My fingers interlaced with the storm's.
We breathe and wait.
Tension rises till lightning strikes.
Climax running through us both.