Sensual foray

It is outstandingly beautiful outside.. the breeze unimaginably cool.. Not just imperceptibly but aggressively.. Passionately.. Assailing in waves of pure cool pleasure.. Sensitising every bit of skin it touches in teasing impromptu ways.. the sky almost partly cloudless like a matador still for the bullish dark clouds.. Regal.. Powerful.. Poised.. Fluid... and the sea darkening in still awe.. As if tensing with bated breath for this dance that would reflect within her very depths.. the boats clustered together, like silent spectators.. Tense.. Still.. Braced to bear the brunt of the clashing of these awe-inspiring titans.. A few stray drops quivering across the quiet waves, as if whispering their joyous fate.. and the birds try to find shelter in the lush greenery and splashes of beckoning colour, sensing, hearing, nature's messages in respectful acceptance.. and i sit at the window.. Completely enamoured.. By divinity.. In its ethereal folds.. Drenching everything and everyone with pure uplifting joy.. Its really pouring now.. the sky holding just a wee mist of light through the night sky.. the sea reflecting the city lights like licking flames of fire lighting their unique paths deeper and deeper.. Myriad lights on the boats blinking their own messages like shiny morse codes.. Streetlights decked like topaz necklaces.. Buildings with windows of varying hues as if personifying their unique stories.. And i sit here at the window.. Needing so much to say.. Hiding a stillness.. A calm contentment.. Mocking words desperately trying to encompass this sensual foray.. Streaks of lightning tremble across the sky in muted anger or hushed revelry none has yet realised.. or understood