And when the rains began to tumble and pour
and the thunder had reached it's loudest, earth shattering roar
she clutched onto his arm and buried her face in his chest
but when he hugged her and asked if she were afraid
she just shook her head, with a sunrise in her eye and said
"No, I am actually quite fond of thunderstorms
I just crave being close to you."
~a.m
YOU ARE READING
A collection of musings
PoetryThe words I feel, and don't always have the courage to say.
