Condensation drips down the window

the aged wooden floors creak

as nimble feet patter down the hallway.

She loved the sound of the rain hitting the rooftop

envisoning his arms wrapped around her

holding her close with the familiar scent of cologne and sweat.

Showing her the love and passion

she had always desired.

She yearns for him, constantly

The more time goes on

minutes,

seconds,

miliseconds.

That longing grows larger

The thunder rolling in the sky

her personal remedy

for the moment she will open her eyes to him

in peaceful slumber.

v.p.