The Storm

By: Curtis J. Adams

As it rains,
and begins to storm,

Her love
Keeps me warm.

The lightning flashes,
in the sky;

You see the reflection,
in her beautiful eyes.

All the thunder
you can hear;

There is a tragic fear
of losing her.

As the rain starts to pour and pour,
you see each other more and more.

Now it's over
and you regret.

The day you loved,
The day you met.