Lightning flashed as our hands touched,
Just a fleeting moment and then it was gone.
But next came the roll of apologies like thunder,
Loud, but always seconds late and gone all too soon.
Just awkward, like the hail seems to be, prying in on the rain.
Never staying long between clouds is the sun and neither do we.
Flitting like birds through the trees, trying to escape something.
The cold and wet. The pain and sorrow. The love and hate.
When our eyes meet I see the reflection of the lightning,
Flashing in the background, because you are my foreground.
But eventually all storms pass and the dreary rain ceases.
Out comes the sun and this time it stays.
We were like clouds, drifting together then apart.
Further and further away until you meet another cloud,
But I am still the lone cloud on a perfect day.
Drifting here and there but always alone.
