Only Pick One

Is she the rain?
Or the sun beams coming from above?
The misting of the dismal morn,
Or the pink of the sunrise?

Is he the lightning?
Or the reverence of the moon?
The clapping of the thunder,
Or the warm glow of a summer’s night?

Is she the fog?
Or the bright blue in the sky?
The hidden sadness just beyond,
Or the young birds learning to fly?

Is he the hail?
Or the beauty after the storm?
The force of heavy burden,
Or the flower revealing its radiance?

Is she the smile I try every morning?
Or is she the tears I shed every night?
Is he the deep laugh I feel in my throat?
Or is he the solemn frown that burns into me?