Poem About My Love After a Thunderstorm

Poem after the storm of 11 May 2015 The calm after the storm and soon I shall be in my lover’s arms. A gentle breeze is my lover’s voice to me, sweetly calling me to her, and like a breeze I cannot tell from whence it came (heaven, perhaps?) or whither it goest (yet I shall follow). Her lips are as rain on a parched land when she caresses me with them, sweetly, passionately. And as her storm rises, ebbs and flows I am caught up in her whirlwind, carried away, but not unwillingly. Tis glorious the beauty of the storm yet more wonderful is the calm that follows as her in my arms I hold