Lightning strikes.
Thunder rolls through my weary soul.
The rain tap, tap, taps on the ground below
my windowsill.
The air is still. The sky black.
Crackle goes the lightning as a bolt rushes through
me.
Since you've been gone
the storm inside of me
rages on.
The wind blows, the clouds angirly bellow.
The brilliance of the lightning
cannot match the sparks that flew between the two
of us.
The love we shared when you would enter me
was stronger than any storm
that tore through the country side.
