The Challenge

[IvanXLIV]

Weather, weather... let's see... well, what follows is the best I could come up with:

The cold, clammy fog of solitude held my heart
In a icy grip, shrouding my lonely soul
In dark banks of grey, cloying haze that would not part,
Long tendrils of damp mist poised to swallow me whole…
 
    Radiant goddess of light, your love parted the veils
    Like the sun filtering through black clouds overhead,
    Your warmth dispersing for good the last wispy trails
    Clouding my mind and spirit, leaving hope instead.
 
Now the skies are blue, with nary a nimbus left;
A hot wind of passion has risen to brush aside
Our inhibitions, gale of desire bereft
Of restraint, where my arousal and yours collide
 
    In a great hurricane of lustful ecstasy,
    An out-of-control tornado consummating
    Our deepest urges, until we are quite ready
    To climax as if struck by thunderous lightning.

Ivan