Witching weather cont'd

I don't want sunshine. That tame, sleepy warmth.
Give me storm clouds, gath'ring like a  coven
On the horrizon, clothed in their best black
Cocktail dresses, throwing amphibious
Ingredients with abandon into
A cauldron until something starts to boil.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.

Give me the kind of witching weather that
Sucks the breath out of large men and blows the
Strongest off their feet. Give me the kind of
Witching weather that will tangle in the
Long dark hair of my lovers and whisper
Secrets into their lovely ears. Weather
That will bring the rain like an explosion.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.

Give me lighting on the horizon and
Pressure licking my skin. Give me the hair
Quiv'ring on the back of my neck and shaking
On my arms. Give me thunder rumb'ling under
My boots and air with rain I can taste.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.

I want to dance through the storm. I want to
Fuck through a hurricane. I want lightning
To pour through my body and light up my
Every nerve. I want to stand against a
Tsunami and let the wave wash me away.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.