The Thunderstorm Poem by chris schwartz

I could go for a good thunderstorm.
The kind of storm
Where we run out
The back exit
Of a two story hotel
Onto the pavement
Into the parking lot,
Drenching each other
With pounding raindrops
While you melt my heart
With kisses,
High on life
And love
Trying to light up
Mary Jane
Before you take me
One more time.
I could go for a good thunderstorm
Soaking wet,
Watching the lightning
Curse the sky
Finding peace,
Bent over the window sill,
Taking all of you in.
Feeling the rage of the night
Sweep over,
Decending,
Draining me,
Into the arms
Of your love.