Jul 2013
If a storm could be a lover
She’d whistle through the night
Howl and roar with anger
Knock you straight down
She’d stop you in your tracks
Scared for your life
She’s a wild one
That can’t be tamed
Wipe out your happiness
Replace it with gloomy days
If a storm could be a lover
She’d ruin you right there and then
She’d whistle through the night
Howl and roar with anger
Knock you straight down
She’d stop you in your tracks
Scared for your life
She’s a wild one
That can’t be tamed
Wipe out your happiness
Replace it with gloomy days
If a storm could be a lover
She’d ruin you right there and then
Here in Hawaii, there's a tropical storm approaching called Flossie.
Sitting here in the midst of the wind and rain, the poem came naturally.
Sitting here in the midst of the wind and rain, the poem came naturally.
