Hill Country

Hot days lead to the lightning filled night. Foreboding clouds darkened the infinite Texas sky. Leaned against the hood of your car your eyes glinted with the promise of lightning.

We raced through hill country, chasing your storm. Rain pelting against glass, metal and road.

Rain turned to hail.

Hail turned to sun.

Sun was enveloped in storm once again.

Rolling down the window I felt electricity in the air. Nervous energy pulsing among the bluebonnets.

We were no longer storm chasers, we were part of the thunder and lightning. Your laugh boomed and your eyes glinted, you made the soft hairs on my arm stand up with your smile. Or maybe it was the lightning.

Outside the car, we stood in the field. The danger made it dramatic, the rain kissed my lips and dampened your hair.

I felt like floating in the electric air, rising up to dark blue clouds above me and leaving you below. Becoming one of the storms you chase so fiercely, gaining your impassioned attentions. Then I’ll crash the air and be still. Lying motionless in this field until the storm passes over and the sun dries both our bodies.

Then we’ll watch, awaiting the next cloud. Awaiting the surge of electric danger.