She was like a rain;
Pouring real hard while you drink your hot moist coffee.
You never really liked the rain,
nor love it even.
She made a thunder
while you try to keep her from breaking.
Driving back and forth
to realize that you just keep on coming and going.
She’s drizzling
while you try to make her yours to keep.
But one thing you phantom,
you can never stop a hurricane from breaking things;
from breaking your own.