Golden, light beams through my soul
Soaking, rain falls liquid gold
Feelings, deep like thunders roar
Loving, hot heat lightning scorched
Some days, love arrives like a change in the weather.
Unannounced.
Unruly.
Unforgiving.
It doesn’t ask.
It doesn’t knock.
It bursts into your life, trailing golden light and drenching you in something so radiant, you forget what it felt like to be dry.
That’s how he touched me
Not just skin, not just lips
But all the way through, Down into the parts of me I’d hidden, even from myself.
His presence was a pressure change
Every glance: thunder
Every laugh: lightning
And I stood there, arms wide, letting love like wind whip around my body.
Have you ever loved like that?
Not safely. Not softly.
But wildly.
Where your body becomes the sky and your love rains down from it
Where every touch is a storm warning
And still, you walk right into it, unafraid.
There is nothing gentle about a feeling this deep
It rumbles. It scorches. It washes clean.
And when it passes, if it passes
You are not the same
That’s the thing no one tells you about love that feels like weather
You don’t get to go back to who you were before it rained
You only get to grow from the soil it left behind
And maybe
Maybe that’s the point
Ryon Maverick 