If something could be said,
About light and sound
In relation to you,
There'd be a lot to say.
There thought in your eyes flare
Quickly,
Then follows the sound of your voice,
Unmistakable,
Spreading jokes and ideas
That everyone wants to hear.
But I'm the only one,
Who sees the lightning before the thunder.
The quick changes of emotion,
Flashing ever so slightly,
Before you speak and draw the attention away,
So no one sees the switch from hurt,
To anger,
To pain,
To joy,
Before cracking a joke.
Where others sees shelter,
I step into the rain.
Now because of you,
My dear,
I completely understand
Why storms are named after people.