I close my eyes
and breathe,
moist air,
heavy,
intoxicating,

I lie in bed
and wait,
anxiously,
ardently,

A gust of wind
I hug my pillow

I hold my breath
and feel it,
lingering,
looming,

coming closer

then,
it starts
lightly,
teasingly,

then,
slowly,
it intensifies
faster,
harder,

Suddenly
it's all over
enveloping,
replenishing,

For that moment
it's my world,
i see nothing else
hear nothing but

then,
with new momentum
it gets wilder
becomes wanton

such force,
such energy,

it's too much
pounding,
thudding,
satiating,

I can't breathe

Then,
at an intense peak
the apex of its rage
it explodes,
thunderously,

releasing pent up energy
diminishing its power
to a gentle rhythm

slowly,
it fades
exhausted,
spent,

finally,
smiling
content,
i drift off

well, rain was always g'onna shade it as the much better title for it !

Isn't this the same poem you posted under the title "Rain"?
Make up your mind mate