Being In Storms

“I love the storms” she says

As she huddles beneath her heavy sweater

‘They are the passions of heaven screaming’

Suddenly a bolt of lightning and thunderous clap

Reverberates through the house, windows shake

And she crawls closer into my arms wrapped tight

“I love the storms too’ silently to myself

As we ride the waves of the evening

Watching this show for hours, never moving

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