The Rains Have Passed

(from Brainstorms)

The rains have passed
and we walk out onto the porch
into the cool, crisp air,
the void after the storm.

I shiver slightly
as the moist air hits my bare arms.
Your body is close to mine.
I can feel your warmth

even without us touching,
feel the energy between us,
like two magnets being held
just far enough apart

that an outside force
can keep them separate,
even as they yearn to be together.
The touch of your fingertips,

merging with mine,
brings me back to this moment.
I had started to wander
into the clouds.