there's a whisper i hear
and i don't think anyone around me can
but it's telling me i should stay for the aftermath of the storm.

now,
i'm not one to take advice from a stranger
but this one has a smirk on her face
and a lighter in one hand.
fires don't usually last in pouring rain
but for some reason
i see it in her eyes instead;

i also see letters on her forehead spelling your name.