We used to believe that storms lived inside us,
That with every touch was an electric current and we thanked the soles of our shoes for keeping us alive for one more day.
We knew that arguments were just thunderstorms needing to be heard so we let the loose as if we really had a choice.
And you so often made my eyes pour and i would water the desert and make every flower bloom.
But darling the storm didn't just live inside of you, no you weren't fortunate for that
You were the embodiment of a storm cloud.
You'd leave after hailing down everything you felt and then, without a word drift away to only come back and reack the same havoc.