thunderstorms in summer
remind me of the night you left
because it was warm
and calm at first
but I had this feeling
deep down my heart
that peace turns into war soon

the rain started quietly, soft.
I was prepared.
I should've been.

thunderbolt.
loud and still unexpected.
unquiet but quick.

and then the rain stopped, gentle and noteless.
closeness made it hard to breathe.

but I had this feeling
deep down my heart
that war turns into peace again