Thunder in the Air

The storm arrived like a slow confession, clouds pressing low as rain began to fall in earnest. Thunder rolled through the night, deep and resonant, and Becca felt the familiar warmth stir inside her. Storms always did this to her. The charged air, the sudden light, the way the world seemed to pulse and pause all at once made her feel deliciously awake.

She moved through the room barefoot, every sound heightened. Rain drummed harder against the windows, lightning spilling silver across the walls. Each flash sent a quiet thrill through her, leaving her breath a little slower, her thoughts wandering. She sank onto the couch, letting the storm fill the space around her, letting it fill her imagination too.

She pictured someone there with her, close enough to feel the vibration of thunder in their chest, close enough to share the heat building between each rumble. Nothing rushed. Just the weight of presence, the way storms made time stretch and linger. The idea alone was enough to make her smile, her body leaning into the fantasy like it belonged there.

Another crack of thunder followed, louder now, and Becca tilted her head back, eyes half closed. The storm was everywhere. Outside, inside, threading through her thoughts and leaving her restless in the sweetest way.

As the rain poured and the thunder slowly drifted farther away, she stayed exactly where she was, savoring the lingering charge. Storms never left her untouched. They always promised more, even if only in the quiet glow that followed the last flash of lightning.