the storm came for my love and i,
anxious pattering, peaceful roaring;
we watched as the storm marched forth,
an unsteady soldier.

we strode out to the air, heated with july's burn
yet frozen by bullets of rain.
we watched light and darkness battle with serenity and grace
between pitch-black and lightning-white.

it's uncomfortably warm, my feet are uncomfortably frozen
dancing in the flooding parking lot
in freezing july rain,
concrete becoming liquid beneath me.

his hot breath gives me goosebumps
as we dance, taking in nature's wild serenity,
in an instant the heat of july is nullified.