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.
Inspired by a line from "Looking for Alaska" by John Green