Her. Storm.

Only briefly, for a flash of an instant, I saw you in the sudden breaking of the dark when lightning screamed overhead. What morning like this you've chosen, out and about in the water wind howl, walking as though you have the right in the whipping rain. Where has the urgency gone from your casual step, nature threatening like a bully in black but you betray no notice, much less fear? What manner of woman are you? You are the heart of the storm and all of this is yours. Why show your secret to me? In the next flash I look for you gone and wonder where you'll end up. This is no world for us cowering in fear of her, the storm. Every dark and stormy drive gripping the wheel forever more I'll peer through the blinding flashes and my heart will look always for the silhouette of you.

Hello, friends. How are you today?

Love.