Lighting crashes,
on the cold concreate.
Eluminating the sky,
screaming at me 'defeat'.

The rain pours down,
flooding the streets.
Drag me to the road,
kiss me soft on the cheek.

The thunder sounds,
hard and loud.
It scars me lots,
those stupid black clouds.

But your touch is warm,
against my wet shirt.
And your kiss is firm,
making my lips hurt.

You pull back slow,
look into my eyes.
I look up at you,
completely mesmorized.

Your touch is firm,
your eyes bright green.
As lightening eluminates,
the cold deserted street.