The Storm

A Little Story

She is moody and hot, indecisive, incautious… full of thunder and rain and trying to decide which should come first; the thunder or the rain, as though it mattered, as though it made one drop of difference.
As long as there was release.
She teases you with distractions, the art of seduction hidden in her colours, her intensity, spectacular tricks of the light that capture and hold your attention. She’s playing with you – the little pawn in her theatrical game. It’s mesmerising, stunning; the artful way she has of luring you in, ever closer towards her and away from what matters the most….
Held captive, you never consider nor contemplate; if her rain will satiate and satisfy or saturate and leave you needing more. As though it mattered, as though it made one drop of difference.

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