Storm

The wind

tugs playfully

at my hair and

the edges of my skirt.

I'm overcome by

the smell of rain

and my whole body

is tingling.

I hear

the thunder roll

in the distance,

almost like

the sound of

a drummer

banging out

the starting beat.

The clouds begin

to fill

the once empty sky

with a deep indigo hue.

The canvas is set

for a beautiful

piece of art.

Then,

it finally starts

to rain.

The rain

plops down excitedly

next to my hands

and starts

to play in my hair.

A sudden flash

and the lightning

takes a snapshot

of this spectacular moment.

The wind

begins to sing,

and the thunder

keeps the beat.

I can't help

but fall in love

with this old friend

in front of me.

But as soon as I began

to sing along,

the wind began to quiet,

as if giving me

my own lonely

solo.

My heart started to ache

as the rain

ran away.

But,

my heart broke

when the thunder

stopped its playing.

The melody

that had once

been so beautiful,

had grown melancholy.

I sang out

the last notes

in attempt to

call them back,

but they were gone by then.

Their mother called them home,

but I still wanted to play.

The tingling had grown

into a stinging

and sharp pain.

My hair laid flat,

and so did my heart.