I hear the rains

I can hear the raindrops pattering on the roof

Distant thunders clapping as lightning dances

Childhood dreams of splashing in mud rush through my mind

As the warm bed invites me to indulge my creaky old bones

Woke up in the morning in Iowa City to a thunderstorm, a rarity in California

Love is All That Matters

Darkness pitch black
Soft touch of
Exploring fingers
Quivering lips
In loving quest
Flowing warmth of
Burning desire
Exuberant thunder
Of deafening silence
Flowing through
Bursting veins
In that moment
Of ecstatic rupture
A fire was lit
Still burning
Over all these years
Lighting the path
Amidst the abyss
And mountains
In the end
Love is all
That matters