Thunder rolled like a line of marching soldiers' boots stomping on dry, hard earth, punctuated by brilliant blue-white flashes of lightning that arced across the sky in all directions. The thunder storm and torrents of rain pouring from the sky were the result of a dying tropical storm swinging west along the Florida peninsula, the hot, moist air being churned before the low pressure front and spawning thunderstorms across the state. As the rain pounded down upon the roof and pattered on the slated roof of the enclosed patio, she whispered into his chest...
"They're playing our song..."
He smiled. His memory was thrown back in time to the same moment as hers.
"It rained and thundered like this the first time we made love."
The room they were in that first afternoon had been dark, thick blackout curtains blocking the haze of sunlight that fought for existence against the rolling lines of storm clouds. It was also cool and quiet, an almost perfect juxtaposition from that growing outside. They had kissed, touched, caressed slowly, savoring the sensation of each other's bodies and how they reacted. As clothing fell to the floor, he lay her back upon the cool mattress, one knee straddling each side of her leg, one knee pressing up against the join between her thighs, jeans button undone, shirtless, grinding his body against hers as they kissed.
All things shrank down to the level of his lips, the feel of hers against his, her tongue moving against his own. All things shrank down to the level of his chest brushing against her breasts and erect nipples as their bodies moved against each other. All things shrank down to the feel of his knees pressing against her naked sex, the heat radiating from her core through his clothing. Outside this world of sensation, the winds outside picked up and clouds boiled across the sky, dark grey, angry purple, almost black. A few brave rain drops exploded against the curtained window with heavy voluptuous force.
