The start of any new affair is exciting, but the start of an affair during a storm is explosive.
I’d wanted you for so long, and then I finally got you, and the first time was during a violent storm. It was like nature had supplied a five-dimensional soundtrack with rumbles and thrusts and flashes and moaning.
We could never quite coincide: you were always with somebody when I was single, and when you were single I was with somebody. Do you remember those late-night sessions, as the drugs wore off and people couldn’t quite look each other in the eye anymore… except for you and me….
…But then came the storm.
Now it’s 3 a.m. and I’m lying in bed alone, listening to rain and thunder and I smile to myself. Maybe I’m more normal than I think.
