She wanted to be the thunder
in all its deafening presence
but like the flower in wind
the thunder blew her away
       swept her off her feet.

The boy despised thunder
Found it too attention seeking
For he saw it in the mirror every other day

But if
he turned his head
A fraction to the right
And looked out that looming window
He'd see a flower in his wind
And he'd smile
With all his thunder
At the girl below

The girl with the deafening ability
To coax out his thunder
for her to dance to
As they made their music in the rain