Fire and Rain

She lie in the dark room. The curtains were drawn back and the windows thrown wide open to the storm. It was hot, a sweaty humid heat that only made you irritable. Outside the lightning illuminated the steamy ground. She stay just far enough from the window so as not to tempt fate but with each and every clap of thunder, her heart beat sounded louder in her ears. Her eyes flashed that brilliant gold each time the sky and ground were connected with the electricity of the storm. The hair on her body stood on end, the sticky sweat that coated her body seemed charged by the air. Her gown pressed closely against her body, clinging to her as she wrapped her arms tightly around herself. Her eyes were brimming with tears but her fist's were clenched tightly. Her nails dug into her skin keeping her grounded in the here and now. Her head throbbed fighting the emotions of the past. The heat waves from the window caressed her skin like his hot breath, she could hear his voice in her ears, here the vibrating growl from his chest in each boom of thunder. She ached, heart body and soul. The want of him was so great she could hardly stand. Her mind seemed to be playing tricks on her as she thought she glimpsed his massive body in the clouds. She imagined his hulking mass, his glistening red scales. How he had danced in the storm, controlling it, consumed by it. Now she was caught up, she herself consumed in his memory. The way that when they touched, the spark between them was so great it eclipsed the world and brought new galaxy's into being. How when they came together in the ultimate act of love and lust the universe reeled from their mating. She glanced back at the now empty bed, the pain in her heart was so great she cried out loud, screaming his name. Her hair clung to her face, then finally as if the storm had teased her enough and finally taken pity on her, the rain came. Sheets of fat water droplets propelling into the over heated ground. The steam that arose fogged her vision momentarily before clearing so she could see the rain pour down. It was torrential, a monsoon even. With a cut off cry she dashed out of the room, down the stairs and out into the storm. Instantly the cool water on her clammy skin was calming, the fire in her soul that only he could conjure abated and she allowed herself to be drenched, her bare feet soaking up the cool wetness of the ground as the water puddled in places.  Her hair plastered to her head and face she lifted her eyes to the sky and watched the lighting and rain mingle in her vision. Rain cleanses. Perhaps it could cleans her of her addiction of him. She laughed quietly at the thought. She sat in the grass and lay back. The rain had lessened slightly. Her heart beat felt like it was slowing, calming. She breathed in the night air of summer, grounded herself to the mother earth and silently thanks father sky for the rain she needed to put out the fire in her soul.....