On stormy days I think back,
To the time where she was with me.
She would dance,
She would sing.
She was gorgeous,
Like the rain.
A beautiful storm in her own right,
Nature's finest creation.
I was just the stepping stone,
I was her drizzle.
I opened the stage for her to amaze,
To release her storm on the world.
If I am drizzle,
She is a hurricane.