I want to fold you up and save you for a rainy day, so that when the lightning strikes my calloused fingertips it will ignite a spark that burns across the entire east coast and the thunder that follows will match our quickening heartbeats.
When I was a child I would cower under the covers until the storm blew over but now I welcome you like a dusty game of monopoly under a pounding tin roof and I don't care if the power goes out because there's enough energy between us to keep the skyline lit for days.