D.C. Storm

I'm curling up in my bed watching my favorite show, Sex and the City. I keep hearing the rolling thunder state its presence in the near distance, whispering to me that its on its way to rock me to sleep. I smile and go brush my teeth. Glancing out the window I see the clouds brush over the tops of the homes it will soon soak in its glory. It may be the TV show. Or maybe its the thunder. But I am reminded of my ny friend. I miss seeing him. He stays on my mind. Not as a crush does ever throbbing through your head, but as a storm quietly looming in the distance waiting for you to go indoors to avoid its wrath. Of course, if you ignore its warnings, it will come anyway and take over your body with its thick waves of rain drops. This is what I remember of him. Ever looming in the distance. Warning me to go inside so I don't get caught up and soaked by each individual rain drop drowning me in its strong being. Thunder thriving reminding me of how might he is. He warns me again and again to go inside where I can stay safe and dry...but I never listen, I am a storm chaser.