It's been a summer of thunder storms which in some ways makes me happy. I've always loved watching storms. It's one of those few things that man can't control. We reroute rivers, and hold back oceans, drain swamps, but we can't stop a storm. We shared an amazing thunderstorm right when we met, and it seems such an apt metaphor for you, and for us. The unstoppable force of the storm. The lightning, a burst of release of potential energy. I think of all the potential I had in me that was just waiting to be released. My capacities for sweetness, for passion, for tenderness, for caring, for protection, and on and on. But you, my darling, you are the rain. Something that seems so ephemeral and so abstract, the water vapor, crystalizes and comes to earth. Likewise, love, beauty, grace, seductiveness, charms, femininity, all so unfathomable in some way suddenly crystallize and come to earth as the amazing woman that is you. The fire of the lightning needs the wetness of the water. It's the pairing and joining of opposites that makes the power of the storm beyond a simple rain shower. And it's the meeting of our complimentariness that makes our love so powerful, so special, so unstoppable.
Let's illuminate the night.
Let's soak the earth.
Yours Truly
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