When the perfect storm came
She sat by her window
Trying to forget her sunburns.

After suffering a day of sticky light
And sweltering heat
She found a friend
In the cool chaos of the night.

The thunder, more thunderous,
The lightning, even brighter.
Pieces of hail striking her window
Dragging down the droplets of rain.

Grey sky, soaked pavement,
In the end she fell in love
With the enormous expense of sky
Tainting the earth
As if it were its canvas.