We walk along the cobbled roads, arms wrapped around each other, pulling ourselves closer in the cold evening air. No noise but the footsteps of each other amongst the occasional murmur of the cars wheels and engines as they pass us.

The rumble of thunder and the flash of lightning spreading across the sky like a white glowing whip, the worlds natural fireworks.

We crossed the street, avoiding a car that was oncoming without its lights on.

Here came the rain, pouring down, pattering against anything it came against.

The orange street lights flickered before going out briefly, the arms pulling me around and closer. His lips pressed against mine, as the world lit up.

With the lights to follow.

-Roaring Fox