Your voice was a quiet calm a prelude to darker skies and the storms you kept hidden beneath cumulus smiles
You called me a storm chaser maybe you were right, love because I've always found the sound of rain on hardened surfaces soothing
The gentle way water patiently waits, biding its time till even rock gives way and surrenders forming mountains, and rivers deep
This is how canyons are formed deep rifts within the soul with nothing left to bridge the divide, pursuit becomes impossible but maybe that was the goal all along
Maybe I pursued you knowing that you'd run and you became my rainbow Because you knew, no matter how close I think I am..