Thunder rolls off in the distance, lightning dances cross the sky.
Voice lingers like a whisper, when a breeze comes blowing by.
The rain falls in a sprinkle...then a shower...then it pours.
Though it soaks my body through to soul, the thought in mind is yours.
Thunder rumbles up above me, lightning shoots across the sky!
Though the rain that falls is cleansing, cannot wash you from my mind.
Rain coats over my body, like a flower, drenched in dew.
Soul dripping, lost, and drifting, in the reigning storm of you.