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The lightning cracked across the darkening sky as the maelstrom approached. The smell of rain filled the evening air and drifted across our senses.
Sitting on the hood of the car, Kim and I watched the storm get closer. With each boom, Kim's brown eyes widened.
"It's beautiful isn't it?"
Turning to look back at the storm, I watched the rolling clouds as they fought for position. Like lovers in bed, the clouds tossed and tumbled over each other. Sheets thrown across the room, bodies locked together. The sky spoke of passion.
"Yes it is, and deadly. Perhaps we should get back in the car before it gets any closer."
Kim's laugh carried across the wind to my ears. Taking my hand in hers, I felt the excitement flowing through Kim's lean body.
"No way baby. We chased this thing too far to sit it out in the car. I want to feel the power it has."
Squeezing Kim's hand, I turned and watched her eyes following the storm.
"Well, we might as well have some music. I'll turn the radio on."
Standing in front of the car, I scanned the cornfields around us. Each stalk danced with the wind as it teased them with the coming rain. The dust scattered in the wind as I stepped towards the car's door. It had been too long since the last storm. The farmer's fields were feeling the drought. Now, they were about to be rewarded for their wait. Or punished. A storm as powerful as this could flatten a field and cost the farmer dearly. That is the way of nature. That is the way of passion.
"Mike, do you think there could be tornadoes in this thing? I mean, look at the color of the clouds. They're not just black, but a greenish-black."
Listening to the music drift out of the car's stereo I stared at the storm. Kim was right. There was a greenish tint to the clouds. I'd seen this a few times before, in Texas when they would put out tornado alerts.
"Yea, there might be. That color does mean it's possible. We'll just have to keep an eye open. I don't care to be running from any tornado. It's not like we're real storm chasers."
Chasing storms is not what Kim and I do for a living. We just love to watch them as they roll across the flatland. When a weather bulletin would flash across the screen, we'd grab the keys and head in that direction. Crazy? Maybe, but there's beauty in a storm that few people realize.
The electricity in the air as the lightning streaks across the darkening sky. The booming of the thunder as it rumbles through the earth and into your soul. The feel of the rain as it pelts your body. The excitement of watching it approach while you sit there. Waiting for the fury it is about to unleash. Waiting for the danger it may deal you.
"Did you see that? My God, Mike that was a long bolt of lightning. It went clear across the sky and had all these fingers reaching out. It was gorgeous."
Sitting back down on the hood of the car, I watched Kim's eyes sparkle with excitement from the storm. She hated to miss a thing. To her, the storm was a passion. Strength that could not be controlled. Unharnessed power that was released from the Gods on the world of man. And, if anything happened, she wanted to experience it.
"No I didn't. But look over there. There's the rain. It's like a wall of gray."
Following my finger, Kim stared at the approaching wall of water and gasped.
"Damn! We're going to get soaked pretty soon. It's moving fast."
Looking overhead, I watched the clouds form shapes as they rolled across the sky. Dragons battling bears immediately replaced by hollow faces screaming in agony. Lightning reached towards the ground, the earth answered with a rumble from each painful hit. The empty faces screamed in concerto with the howling wind.
The car's music seeped out of the cracked windows as the first drops of rain began to fall. The heavy drops slowly fell from the dark sky to be lost in the dust of the fields. Taking back my hand, Kim's excited face looked into the swollen clouds.
"Oh Mike, isn't this beautiful? The rain and wind feels so cool. We needed this honey. The crops needed this."
Smiling as Kim gripped my hand, I stood and pulled her into my arms.
"It's amazing. But the only thing that is beautiful is you Kim. "
Wrapping her arms around my waist, Kim looked into my eyes as the rain began to fall harder. The curtain of water was closer. We were about to be drenched.
The music of Daniel Bedingfield carried across the wind. Slowly, like the stalks of corn surrounding us, we began to dance in the maelstrom that had engulfed our bodies.
My hands moved slowly to Kim's tight, jean covered ass. Pressing herself closer, she began to rub her pelvis against mine. Our lips met as the curtain of rain reached our quiet spot.
My hardened cock bulged inside my jeans, ready to be released into the storm. Kim's hips moved harder against mine as she felt the growing bulge. Reaching for her buttons, I opened Kim's jeans to the air. Soaked from the rain, her lace panties felt warm to my probing fingers.
