The Dance

The Dance

 

 

 

She looks out her balcony watching the storm move towards her.

 

Her long black hair flowing in the wind.

 

She could see the lightning flash. Then the thunder that follows.

 

She could see the storm move across the side of the mountains.

 

A few drops of rain start to land on her balcony.

 

She gets excited as if a close friend she has not seen comes towards her.

 

She closes her eyes and starts swaying back in forth to the sound of the coming storm.

 

She starts to dance on the balcony as the rain falls.

 

Thunder booms above her. She seems to be in a full trance.

 

Listening to music that she only hears.

 

The wind whips her.

 

Her black dress is completely drenched.

 

But she continues to dance. As if a deranged puppeteer controls her.

 

The rain comes down hard. Raising the beat of the temple.

 

Her dance goes in to a frenzy.

 

Slowly the storm passes.

 

The rain subsides.

 

A few bolts of lightning flashes in the distance.

 

She is nearly out of breath.

 

The wind slows down.

 

She breaths hard.

 

Thank you for the dance.

 

She closes her door.

 

Fin

 

Reviews

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

What a lovely very visual poem. Can almost hear the sound of the thunder, the smell of sulfur in the air, the moist feeling along with the beat of the rain, see the enchanting woman in her own private dance with the storm..... very provocative indeed.

Kath

[Flow~]

I like how her dance went along with the rain it made it feel like a storm brewing as her dance intensified. I enjoyed this one, good write.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

wow i like it...i love thunder and lightning storms...i would prolly do the same thing that the girl did..lol
Great Job :)