Like the skirts of the angels of Heaven
Were sweeping over the horizon,
And a wind on my cheek
Like a breath of a whisper from God
Saying, "I love you,
Please don't abandon me."
And even though I can smell the rain
And hear the thunder
It's kind of a happy sound
'Cause thunder always means a rainbow's coming
Just wait and watch the skies.
Science is just a metaphore
There's poetry in the atmosphere
'Cause the sun will always rise in the morning
But then, the sun was always there.
By Jenni Orton
