Why Does the Storm

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.