Savannah

Watching the storms roll in over the marshlands
Sends a chill down my spine to the small of my back.
As the winds pick up,
And the grasses sway and hiss,
I feel powerless to stop it.
This is the rainy season.
When the blue in the sunny sky
can be ripped away in an instant,
Over-taken by harsh gray clouds and that heavy storm air.
All is silenced.
All is calm.
But only for a second.
With one loud crash it sounds as if the sky is a plate of glass,
Shattering above my head.
Shards fly everywhere, shrapnel in the form of piercing raindrops.
As they fall heavier and heavier,
And the landscape before me is blurred,
Lightning cracks the sky open,
Slices it right in two.
A sharp, jagged bolt of white light,
Answering to no one, conducting the cosmic event with every strike.
I am filed with passion.
Fury.
Desperation.
My nerve endings twitch with electric energy.
This is the wild.
This is nature.
This is power.
this is life.
This is God.

Georgia.

Tell me that you need me.
Tell me that you think about me all the time.
Tell me that you miss me madly and that no one makes you laugh like I do.
That you have found at least one thing a day that made you wish I was with you.
That where you are is lonely without me.
Tell me that you are having fun but would rather talk to me.
Tell me that you love me and are thinking about me all the time.
That trees make you think of me,
Rain makes you think of me,
The songs on the radio make you think of me,
The sunrise makes you think of me,
And That you see me in your dreams.
Maybe you think this is selfish,
But let me tell you; assure you; of one thing:
This is how I feel about you.
Every second of every day you are on my mind.
I cant focus on anything.
I've painted over my own fingers thinking about you.
Every time I have to walk back to my dorm with the Georgia rain pouring on my shoulders,
With the lightning streaking the dark sky and thunder crackling loudly in the distance.
with the lonely wind blowing through the spanish moss in the trees;
I miss you passionately.
To the point of tears.
But you can't tell because the rain disguises.
I've taken pictures to show you all the things you would love;
But it isn't the same.
Not like it would be if you were here.
I think I'm missing you a lot more than you are missing me.
And it breaks my heart.
Just tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you miss me.
Tell me; no, promise me;
That you need me.