With thunder comes the drama
A stormy weather scene
Through the rain and lightning
The wind begins to breathe
Huffing and puffing
Viciously conceived
A hurricane is brewing
Agrees the fallen trees
Puddles form with rapid speed
The skies lit up like day
Until the weather slows; subsides
The clouds are pale and gray
Sickly if you will
It’s not my place to say
It just may need a little sunshine
For the rain to go away

‪She’s crossed this bridge before ‬
‪In a long forgotten dream‬
‪When she fell into the water‬
‪And was carried far upstream ‬
‪Reaching out for rocks‬
‪To slow down her increased speed‬
‪And waking up wet and sweaty ‬
‪Drowning in her sheets‬

It’s like the smell of the earth after rain
Tall trees lined up in a row
The horizon isn’t as far as it seems
But it grows smaller the further you go
It’s the beginning of a journey
Not the end of the road
Just to the edge of extinction
Where true lovers go
While held in his arms
Borderline exposed
Still managing to stay completely
composed
It must be a talent
That you see done in shows
For a bouquet of flowers
And a single red rose

Was it the bell on his collar?
Or maybe his marbled pattern fur?
But really, it was his comfort
That I look back fond on how things were
He was as docile as ferocious
Each obstacle achieved
I’d send a stick one thousand feet
Just to be retrieved

He’d fallen into liquid
He was drowning in the deep
He went through every motion
Until he met defeat
He fell into a deep abyss
But somehow he came to
Breathing, lying on the beach
In his bathing suit
He wondered how we got there
Was he dreaming all along?
How could this have happened?
Something was all wrong
He’d fallen through a warm hole
And came out the other side
In a universe that’s parallel
He’s glad to be alive

He stormed the shop in epic light
Sunbeams through the trees
He churned his peddles towards the north
His back against the breeze
He entered town without a sound
Until he coughed and sneezed
Then everyone around the town
Made the sick man leave

The story lies in the pages
Whether it’s read or told
With a beginning and an ending
Printed up and bold
Cuddled in a blanket
Keeping out the cold
Allowing my imagination
To make the barriers explode
Take off on a journey
Sail the seven seas
Dangle from the mountaintops
Trying not to freeze
Or wrestle in the jungle
On a large trapeze
Balancing on a tightrope
At the mercy of the breeze