Sitting at the window of a roadhouse You in front of me, wearing a silly blouse Green and red in contrast to my purple dress Eyes staring at us but we could care less
Raindrops racing down the glass Someone in the back playing the bass A lightning struck, a thunder seconds away You ask for the bill but I want to stay
Drinking the last sip of my sweet coffee You reaching for my hand, smelling like toffee Warm and soft in contrast to my icy hands Iām staying seated but you got other plans
Umbrellas forgotten in the trunk Friends outside singing while drunk A fresh brise, raindrops soaking my clothes You smile and pull me close
Walking to the car through the noisy night You humming a beat, the sky gets bright Crooked and quiet in contrast to the mighty storm Iām rushing to the doors but you keep me warm
Water running down my skin Me, leaning against your chest until we spin Stiff and not in time in contrast to the fluid drops We are dancing in the rain until it stops
A poem I wrote after I had this vision in my head. It's not perfect but I like the vibe.