Maybe deluge is for us. Where the sun is hiding under the clouds.
Maybe the collision of clouds and vapor that precipitates are tears that make a sea of woe.
Maybe the thunder is the abrasive sound that shatters our hearts.
Maybe the lightning is the cause of our friction.
Maybe tsunamis are the wrathful tears that came from our mouths
Maybe sandstorms blind our minds from reality
Maybe the cyclones are the whirlwinds that drift our hearts
Maybe stormy days are meant for us
Maybe collision of our hearts is friction.
Maybe the colliding of our souls is a complete disaster
Maybe our love is meant for tragedy.
Maybe we're not meant to make the sun shine
Maybe our rainbow is shades of black and gray.