...Of the Night

The rain, it doesn't let up. The ground beneath them trembles with each strike of lightening. The windows rattle from the beating of the wind. It is dark where they are, electricity proving no match for nature.

It is lucky, then, that these two have never been afraid of the dark. And for once- for once- they are the calm at the center of chaos. "This is what it's like," they think separately, but together, "to finally get it right."

So, the storm will rage, as storms sometimes do, and eventually they will realize that they still haven't gotten to the talking phase of "getting it right."

But that's okay, because the best conversations always happen in the middle of the night.