thunderstruck

you are a storm.

you swept me off my feet in
romantic deviation and
compressed my aching heart with
rising hot air.

your power is undeniable and
your passion unmatched;
i didnt know clouds could don
such a formidable grey.

sometimes i wish to run.
i wish to run into the rain
and let it splash upon my face,
washing salty streaks from my
smothered skin and
darkness from
my heart.

you remain unpredictable,
my sweet thunder.
yet i can always count on
your saturated skies.