Last Night, Damn You Were in My Sex Dreams

The heat is cloying, pressing in from all sides. A late night in May, the air would already be wet if it wasn’t for the early summer storm. With every roll of thunder, every crack of lightning, the smell of ozone invades the house, the pressure in the air changes. My body feels electric, like it is of the storm, and all the baby fine hairs on my body stand up on end. It’s late evening, the clouds blanket the sky, and the world is darker for the want of a moon. The flashes of lightning are the only source of light. The power is out; technology outdone again by the awesome force of nature. I lean against the open sliding glass door, inhaling the scent of petrichor, absorbing the sound of the rain into my skin. My body feels alive. Continue reading