Tempestuous Poem by Pamela Dietz

Nice. Who are your influences?

He came rushing in. The wind blew the hair away from my face. He held my hands constantly stroking my palms and fingers. The thunder grumbled somewhere in the distance. He awakened a feeling that had been asleep for years. The rumbling was coming closer to where I stood. His hand went to my chin, and our lips joined like a key to a lock. The lightning hit the ground, not far away. I ran for cover knowing I was not in control of what was coming next.