Storming
driving home
on these rain-slick roads
there is lightning in the air
electric thoughts of you
again
my hands on the wheel
ache for memory of you
like a touch of thunder
tonight
my heart is storming
a tempest of need
for you to unshutter
the windows
and wash me clean
of this season
I want to find the storm's eye
and you in it
Don McGonigal
November 2006