I crave you when it's gloomy  
Because you are warm and cozy
And I'm okay with the sound of rain
When the drops gently patter against the window
Like the little kisses you plant on my cheek
But when the wind wails
And the thunder shakes the door frames
And I'm caught up in my dark cliches
I need you to hold me and whisper that it's okay
And I love the smell of that sweet petrichor
But I prefer the scent of your skin