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Natural Disaster
The desolation trailing behind a natural hazard. A reshaping of the world's face. The destruction of population, the demolition of economy.

The gale of her voice, the heatwave of her gaze. Touch like a wildfire in a winter storm. She's a tsunami, sweeping over my vulnerabilities, an avalanche grinding me down a mountainside. When spring comes I'll blend with the meltwater and she'll make me a flood.

A trembling earthquake, she'll giggle at my ruin, my nation spent and starving for her.

History
I've jot down our record on a seismograph, each past eruption darkening days or years so the sun never truly rises or sets through her ash plume. My crops come back better after each blow, a rip tide carrying my memory to her fathomless depths. Her mother was an EF10 on the Fujita scale, scouring the emotion from her features after her meteor father left them in the well of his crater. Her little sister is a lahar, filled with muddy thoughts and scorching words she picked up from her sister's pyroclastic flow. I've watched her bury cities and little towns on the jungle gym when they've run up to manage how she plays.

A Blizzard in 2013
We met in a blizzard, huddled around the heat of an engine block on the side of the road. She dragged the cold into my cab, fingers brushing my hand like razor flakes of ice. We peppered each other with hailstone questions, waiting to see who's windows would break first. Together we shared snow fall, until we were buried in each other's stories, the outside world muted by the drifts built around us.

A Limnic Eruption in 2015
Four drinks lead to confessions. She tells me, soft as a breeze, she wants her own disasters. Maybe a little drought or a doughy hurricane with cherubic feeder bands and a wholesome storm surge. When I tell her that scares me, she trembles the earth and chatters my teeth. She knows my emergency supplies and my weaknesses, exploiting them by gouting poisoned air between us. I'm smothered in her need, suffocating at her feet as I cave and beg for mercy. There's no way my insurance will cover this.

A Holy Convergence in 2018
She falls in love with him at a friend's birthday party, his rugged landslide hugging her lush fault lines. I give her a kiss as together they move heaven and earth to create a little quake with his rich soil and her wind sheer force. After, pressed between their continental plates, they'll shake my world apart with soft lips and gentle hands.

Aftermath
A little dust storm blasts past on the heels of a twister. They squall and shiver as they leap on and off of the couch, running from my lava monster fingers. She laughs from the sofa, head resting on his craggy shoulder, their eyes admiring on my giggling attempts at destruction.

Later, after we've tucked our little supercells in to their cumulonimbus comforters. We'll find new limits to the Richter Scale. She'll stifle my tsunami siren, as he whorls me into a Nor'easter, and together we'll take turns shaking the foundation, testing the strength of what we've built.