The sky is black with rain clouds. Wind sweeps down through the valley from the east. Thunder strikes with every other heartbeat. My mind fills with images of rain, yet those images have yet to appear. The walls of my room seem to shake from the impending storm. As is lay in my bed feeling some what secure, my mind begins to fill with images of her.
The smile on her face as she pulls me close makes my heart begins to skip a beat. My spine starts to tingle as the thought of her fingers unbuckling my belt enters my mind. While lightening flashes outside, I can almost feel her soft lips on my neck. She begins to work her way down my chest ever so slowly. The light kisses she bestows are making my body shake. Rain begins to pound on the roof as I throw off the covers for suddenly I feel so hot. My mind fills the images of carnal lust that overwhelms us. Images of unspeakable acts flow through me as my forehead beads with sweat. Her cries of passion fill my ears. As the storms rages on outside, a storm of a different kind rages on within me. Then, in an instant, my dream is shattered.
The memory of her funeral begins to haunt me. The smell of freshly cut grass fills my nose. The ministers words invade my ears as they begin to lower her casket into the ground. My eyes swell with tears as I reach for the covers. Suddenly I'm cold, so cold. Images of rain invade my mind again as I drift into slumber. Oh how I hate it when it rains.
