Thunderstorm

If you were a book,
I’ll read you from cover to cover,
Each crisp page,
savoring every little detail
To make sure nothing is missed
or lost behind,
I’ll read you every night.

Sea caress the shore with waves
Washing over the warm sand,
Breeze sounds more like a sigh
Soothing, every time it blows
Quenching, every time it stalls,

Lighting is a spark of lust between the clouds
Rain is the sweat of excitement,
Thunder is the sound of their moans,
And when the Gods make love tonight
It will be called a Thunderstorm

.

Pranav Drolia

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