Is anyone else in love with thunderstorms?
Does anyone else like the gentle drips before it begins,
Like finger tips softly touching your skin
Or the low rumbles before it starts
And the dark sky low and full
The rain comes, soft or hard, streams of water falling
Puddles forming, all other noises seem to disappear
It has captured your full attention
Now you see a quick flash of lightening
You count the seconds under your breath
one Mississippi  two Mississippi  three Mississippi
Crash! or maybe its a Boom!
All different noises. Never the same.
My heart races every time I hear the low rumble
Or the pitter patter of rain

There's a Universe alive inside us all,
atoms we could never count,
stars that never fall.
An energy that's burning in my heart,
the force of which can heal my soul,
or tear me apart.

The light that my eyes filter everyday,
the warmth brought from a dying Sun,
so many million miles away.
It shines and burns and guides me through the years
never looking for a thing,
always there to dry the tears.
And still I cannot look her in the eye,
afraid that I might melt away
and she might say goodbye.
So I'll just sit and think of her tonight,
thank her when tomorrow comes
thank her when its bright.
I'll just lie and dream of her tonight
thank her when tomorrow comes,
thank her for the light.