“there is thunder and lighting
and outside it’s raining so hard
but my lungs are like clouds
and there’s thunder from my heart.
so when you look at me I see
my lighting reflected in your eyes.
and I know I’m a storm, but you said
that you love this weather,
so I can’t help but to think
maybe we belong together;
because you’re not afraid of storms
or the rain-like tears from my eyes
so now when I hear thunder I think
maybe it’s your heart echoing mine.”
will you ride out this storm with me?