you are a summer storm
you are the lightning and the thunder
you are the look on the child face in awe and wonder
you are the rain knocking on the roof and the drip of the water that hits the floor
she is the pan placed under the  pour
cleaning the dust out of it's dark oiled surface
she is the grease on the hinges of the back patio gate
he is the wind that makes the windows creak and he is the water riqueshaying of my face