by Adam Sifre

Rain pours down in a world transformed

through thunder.

     The storm rages, night takes on a weight,

     and everyone hides, most from habit, some from fear.

She stands there, soaked and beautiful,

responding to the tempest's caress.

her body slick from water. Anticipation.

Cold heat.

In the strobe

   of lightning strokes

she surrenders

   becoming everything.