Summer storms.

  I am awake at 1:23am, lying  in bed listening to the rain and wind as it hits the side of my house, each drop adding to the unique rythem of the rain.  The thunder rolls in the distance and the windows flutter with light from the dark sky, I inhale deeply,  I love thunderstorms, absolutely love them.    I dream of nights like this, being held tightly as I listen to the soft sound of each breath, my head resting on your chest, being lulled by every beat of your heart.  Sharing the love of  a summer storm.

One day the time will come and I will know my dream.....one day.  

The storm of my life is waning, as I grow stronger and become closer to who I am meant to be, the thunder of chaos in my head becomes less and less deafening.  The air is clearing and the darkness is turning to light.   Through this thunderstorm, you held my hand, guided me with love and respect.   I know that it is now my turn to be there through yours.   The storms of life can toss us about like a dingy on the sea, yet you were my anchor and now I'm strong enough to be yours.