Kaleidoscopic Storm

 You.

There is just something about you that stirs a fire within my soul. 

You're in my passenger seat, and you are lost in the music.

And I am lost in you, my muse.

It is raining, but you don't seem to notice quite yet.

Your eyes glisten with the reflection of the wet road ahead of us,

You probably think the thunder is the sound of the bass.

And I can't help but smile. 

I pull into a desolate parking lot,

Turn off the car, and the windows quickly fog. 

"It's raining," you finally notice.

As I get out of the car, you fix your red lipstick, and I let you

Even though I know, it won't be there for long

Opening your door, I offer you my hand. 

Lightning sparks across the sky,

And we both feel it jolt through our bodies as we touch. 

Your hair slowly begins to stick to your face, 

The raindrops not caring where they land.

Your tight, cropped beater and high waisted black jeans become speckled.

I push you against the wet car, for a playful kiss, knowing damn well, that your ass will get wet.

You gasp, then let out a laugh,

"It's on…"

I begin to run, splashing in the puddles,

Mud slowly kicking up onto the back of my calves. 

The skies grow slightly darker, and the clouds begin to look heavier. 

I feel your hand on my wrist, as you spin me around. 

This time, we are both drenched as our lips meet.

A storm not only brews outside, but within my soul.

Words get lost in the gusts of wind,

But our bodies follow the movements and songs of the storm. 

You follow me down a path,

Overgrown, yet beautiful. 

The flowers seem alive and happy to see us, in our state of pure bliss.

The leaves, a bright green.

We make our way to a wooden bridge.

The wood, a much darker brown than it probably was a few hours ago.

My eyes, a greenish blue, catch yours. You capture my gaze, and I can't help but to shy away. 

You make me nervous in the most beautiful of ways. 

I am drenched in raindrops,

Each a different size, a different color, a different density.

I try to count them as they land on my skin, but lose track upwards of 333.

My eyes shut tightly as I turn my face to the dark, and angry sky. 

She rages, but I find peace in her thunder.

The only sounds I hear are the pounding in my chest,

Mixed with the sounds of the pouring rain and your breath.

I am lost in its steady tempo,

A song I haven't heard yet.

Tilting my head back down, I open my eyes.

In front of me is a creek, swirling with blues and greens.

The raindrops dance on top of the water,

Merging into her body, and becoming part of her being.

To my right there is a waterfall. 

To my left, you.

I notice the summer sun has delicately painted freckles on your cheeks and shoulders. 

By now I can't differentiate between the sounds of the rain and the roar of the falls.

The pounding in my chest grows louder and stronger.

My white shirt clings to my skin like paint.

My nipples peeking through.

Pink.

My curly hair is drenched,

Dripping,

And I find myself closing my eyes and turning my sun kissed face back to the sky,

Painted navy and gray.

Slowly, I start to take my shirt off,

Throwing it on the ground, careless of the mud that now surrounds us.

You throw a smirk my way and do the same. 

Your red lipstick is now gone from my kiss and the rain, leaving your lips a flushed rose.

I slip out of my skirt, and hang it on a nearby tree branch.

You follow my lead.

Before I know it my toes are at the water's edge,

I grab your hand to guide you in,

And I am lost in the beauty of the moment.

To be here with you, is truly breathtaking.

I wade into the water,

Warmer than I had anticipated, from the summer storm.

Inhaling deep, I hold my breath.

Submerged I become.

The sound of the rain and the song of the waterfall echos so different from under here.

It's much more quiet,

But equally as intriguing and peaceful.

While my eyes are closed I see and feel the deepest of indigo, while blood pulses through my veins. 

I hold my breath until I feel faint.

Popping back to the surface, I gasp for air.

My lungs sting, but I smile.

My cheeks red.

There you are,

A sense of wonderment in your eyes. 

Those beautiful, brown eyes.

You perch yourself on a large rock and call me over to sit next to you. 

Our bodies bare, you ask me,

"Have you ever tasted the rain?" 

Of course I have, but not like this.

Not with you. 

You place one hand gently over my eyes, while taking the other one and gently tilting my chin towards the giving clouds. 

"Open," you whisper. 

So I do.

"What colors do you taste?" 

And I can't help but be engulfed in those words. Imagining the flavor of each raindrop as a color.

"Lavender… Lilac…Orange"

I can feel your smile emanating from you,

Even though my eyes remain closed.

I slide back into the warmth of the water,

Opening my eyes,

The rain is slowing down now, and the storm has seemingly passed.

I let the running water wash past my naked skin,

I feel fully encompassed and one with the universe in this moment.

The clementine skies open up.

A rainbow emerges.

The bluebirds chirp, and the blackbirds dance.

The beautiful chaos, turns to a moment of stillness. 

I pull you close,

And I suddenly see all the colors this kaleidoscopic storm has given me.