I am the Storm
I love when it rains like the Heavens are crying
And I wonder if it’s that or something interstellar
Maybe the stars are happy and the clouds were watching
So they cried tears of joy
Maybe He saw that we needed rain
I hope the skies dedicate each rainfall to a certain something
I hope it pours the day you need to be sad
I hope it pours when you need to play in puddles
I hope it pours the day I cease to breath in the smell of fresh rain
Don’t worry, my love
I’ll be amongst the clouds, helping to create a beautiful storm
Every time you think of me
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