Night after night.
You long for the flash,
the crash,
the bang,
of the raging storm.

Clouds race by
and no rain falls.

Week after week.
You anticipate the wind,
the pulling,
the gasping,
of the raging storm.

Stars shimmer sadly
in the calm midnight sky.

And then, it hits.
A surge like never before.
Crash,
gasp,
boom.

A blip of something,
the future or not?
A taste
that satisfies not.
Leaves your craving
for more.


Linger on the flash,
the lightning,
of lust.

Slurred words and
blurred thoughts.

Echoes the thunder
of never-will
and have nots.