She likes the way cold rain feels as it falls upon her face

She thinks his manipulations are just the ******* children of storm clouds
He’s afraid of you
The possibility that your honesty might actually be the CO2 to the atmosphere of his vulnerability
Exposing it increasingly to the Sun

The warming of the space between the two of you fueling hurricane like winds
His eyes are the center of her storm
Her words create friction but without the force required to keep them in motion

So the rain falls heavily on their potential energy
But he will never get it

Because we say whatever we have to say and we do whatever we have to do to protect our vulnerability