She is the lightning.
Something you fear to trust
But something that makes you fall in love.
She is the thunder,
The warning of destruction,
The dark, gorgoues pounding
She is the wind,
Manipulating the events.
Causing the destruction ahead.
And I am the rain, lost in her control.
Manipulated by her wind
Yet fascinated by the bright lights of her lightning.
I am the rain
Who dances to her thunder.
She is the storm,
That makes my heart plunther
