Why does the storm
     Always make me think
          Of you? Could you

Roll through me
     Like the thunder,
          Saturate and flood me

Like the rain? Maybe
     You have the power
          To give me life and

Devastate me equally.
     Wouldn’t I love
          To have you 

Pouring down on me,
     Your hands and your lips
          Washing over me

Finding their way
     Along every hillside,
          Into every valley.