Poem thingies *shrugs*

Storm.

So this is shit ;-;

Sheltered from the storm, by a body larger then my own. Hidden from the rain, as it drenches into his soul. Guided away from thunder, by sweet yet raging eyes. Held together as lightning crashes, by gentle hands upon thighs.

Taught the benefits of the clouds, by a voice husky and raw. Given a new meaning, thankful for a powerful, hungry jaw. In the eye of the storm, we rage like a hurricane. In the wreckage of it all, only our broken selves remain.

Be it of rain and thunder loud or snow descended from cloud. Be it hail and ice or sand and dust. A storm brings a sense of dread, of peace and a memory of us.