the rolling of the thunder ii

the sky grumbles,
a loud rumbling like that of a hungry stomach,
light flare across the sky.

the coldness embraces her,
she embraces the coldness,
she feels warm and happy.

the warmth of the skin
felt with the clasping of the hands together,
makes the cold more bearable.

the sight of the all too familiar beautiful eyes,
the touching of the skin
the unconditional, occasionally moody, smiles

the way the eyes light up,
the hugs the hands that bring her closer to him
the familiar concern and care

the thunder?
only makes her love, his love
their love stronger.

the thunder,
where they can hold on tight and
go through the cold together.

she loves the thunder.