There, now you know I'd rather have storms at night
as if Jacob were still wrestling an angel
Deeply rolled thunder, resonating in waves stronger than the heartbeat in my chest
rain whipped this way and that, becoming a thousand ghost fingers tapping on the window
The howl of wind pushing in , breaking itself on brick and stone, it cries out, becomes music
For trees dancing, bowing deeply to their shadows replaying across the room
lightning flashes to record
I chanced upon you that evening so long ago. I knew not your power, my Hermes, my melancholy brother. Let's lie down in the storm by the river and dissipate entirely.