Feel the electric – ions charged,
swooping down – bending trees, whole,
it roars – in my ears.
I stand – feet planted,
and wait – for the tiger,
to lick my face – in the dark.
Hands touch – silent static,
burning – unspoken heat,
shadowed dark – in the light that flashes.
Feel the electric – ozone passion,
chest hairs on end -breathing deep,
I can feel the shingles – between my toes.
ml’98
(I love thunderstorms!)