Tempest

My love is a storm
When she rains I listen to
The drops on the ground

When my storm holds me
Her rain, thunder, and blue it
Doesn’t hold me down

But she has her heights
Her own dreams, places and gales,
By her to be found

When my weather’s gone
I know it will rain again
I won’t be so stressed

So I run and think
The sky is clearing and I
Think of my Tempest.