By Jared Probert
I watch the wind blow in the tall grass, shifting in waves under the darkening sky. I see mountains, a barrier to the edge of the world, the last desperate gasps of orange and pink sky fading from behind the gathering clouds. The house whistles in the wind, dust is scattered, raindrops begin to fall through the open window, seeping over the sill and onto the hard wood floor. I sit and watch the storm rise and pray, Come and wake me with your hurricane strength, let loose your wrathful passion over me, with me. Blast air into every crevice of my warm flesh, let me feel cold and wet and hungry, shake me until I awaken from this slumber and make love to me. Awaken and be with me – I miss you on sunny days.