Dark clouds had gathered on the horizon even as she looked from her balcony. The ominous clouds without any caution, had stormed the cloudless, blue sky, without as much as offering it an opportunity to take guard or shelter its pristine body. She quietly watched the dark swirling, the rampant outrage.


He put his hand on her back that faced him. She felt the familiar touch, the stirring, and smiled to herself, as she turned. Was he supposed to come back tonight, wondered she as her eyes caught the elfish look in his eyes.

“Heyy,” she muttered, playfully running her fingers through his hair. “Your hair’s grown, honey. You so need a haircut.”

“Hah, who cares?” He mumbled thickly as he drew her to him.

She slid closer, her lips on his, softly yet firmly, as she heard, rather felt the lightning kiss the clouds again, in the illimitable skies.