Three
thirty in the morning,
Not a soul in sight,
The city's
lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night.
Raindrops
on the windshield,
There's a storm moving in.
He's headin'
back from somewhere
That he never should have been.
And the
thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.
Every light is
burnin'
In a house across town.
She's pacin' by the
telephone
In her faded flannel gown.
Askin' for a miracle,
Hopin' she's not right,
Prayin' it's the weather
That's
kept him out all night.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder
rolls.
(Chorus)
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin'
strikes.
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night,
As
the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The
thunder rolls.
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls
into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
Through all the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And
the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And
the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
chorus
She
runs back down the hallway
And through the bedroom door
She
reaches for the pistol
kept in her dresser drawer
Tells the
lady in the mirror
"He won't do this again"
Because
tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been
The Thunder Rolls
Garth Brooks
James' POVWarm breath tickled my ear. Her hands traveled along my chest, smoothing the wrinkles from my dress shirt. Her petite form and rounded breasts felt exquisite molded against my side. I ran a lazy finger down the black silk formal that clung like a second skin to her lithe form, and an erotic moan escaped her lush lips. She tilted her head back, waiting for me to drop a kiss on those perfect lips. And then her eyes fluttered open, revealing bright blue irises instead of the dark green I'd been hoping to see.
Realization hit me like a kick in the genitals. The blonde in my arms was indeed gorgeous, but not the woman I had hoped to leave with tonight. I had never had a problem with sleeping with Arica before. She had certainly been entertaining in the past, and she was always quite capable of cooling the fire in my loins before. But something was different tonight. The woman in my arms did not warm me with her touch, only igniting a cold rush of guilt to fill the pit of my stomach.
My arms dropped to my side and I stepped back, shaking my head wordlessly. Her surprised eyes were the last thing I saw before avaporating.
Minutes later I was standing in the middle of my living room, basking in the warmth that emitted from the fireplace. The rain pattered harshly against the windowpanes, echoing loudly throughout the spacious house. Lightning flashed across the sky, and in that split second I noticed something red in the back yard.
Dropping my cloak on the couch, I stepped onto the back porch, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of night. Finally my gaze drifted over the garden, and I could not believe my eyes.
" Lily!" I shouted across the yard, but her head did not turn. She kneeled over the garden, pulling weeds with dirty hands, dressed only in her white underdress, a bottle of firewhiskey lying beside her.
I stepped out from under the covering, shuddering as the icy drops of rain pelted against my skin. I cringed noticing that she was already soaked.
" Lily?"
My voice was low, and her name came out barely a whisper. I hesitantly placed a hand on her bare shoulder, but she roughly shrugged it off, climbing most ungracefully to her feet.
Lightning flashed in her emerald eyes as a storm of doubt and pain played across her face. She knew exactly where I had been tonight. I had to hand it to her, the girl wasn't stupid. That was one of the many fine qualities that had first attracted me to her.
" Had fun tonight?" she croaked, barely audible over the wind and rain, but I heard her. I squeezed my eyes shut, suppressing the storm of guilt that threatened to overcome me, instead replacing it with anger. Anger was good. Anger I could control; guilt I couldn't.
" Since when do you give a shit where I am and who I sleep with? You hate me." My words were cold and emotionless. The next thing I knew the bottle of firewhiskey came flying past my head only to crash loudly behind me. Ok, the outcome was not going to be good.
" You asshole! You're right! Why the fuck should I care where the hell you go, or what you do! It's not like I bloody love you or anything."
I wasn't sure why, but for some reason her words stung me. It would have hurt less for her to slap me at that moment. I watched with a masked expression as she sunk to the ground on bloodied knees, tears running freely down her muddy, tear splattered cheeks. And yet, even in her dirty underclothes, even muddy and soaked, she had to be the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.
The freezing rain continued to pour down on us without mercy, and before rational thought could reach my brain, I had lifted her into my arms, cradling her sobbing form as I marched rather quickly to our house.
Behind me lightning flashed once more through the sky just before the roll of thunder crashed cruelly into the night. The storm was not yet to pass.
