I wish the words you say
that strike like lightening would give me
1
2
3
4
5
seconds to decide whether or not i want
to hear them
But then you give me
1
2
3
seconds to realize what you've said and
with an apology you'll kiss away the raindrops that made themselves home on my lips
Twirling me around in your arms
you say that as the wind you made
blows through my hair
I'm more beautiful than the silence after the rain
The powers out but your arms
are warm
You're my favorite kind of Thunderstorm.
Great analogy, or would this qualify as a personification of the t-storm? Either way, great penning and a fine read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Chris Angel...I think this is one of my favorites! ! ! Hugs, Dee