The lightening in her eyes competed with his thunder.
His anger and sheer will that she step aside, shook her foundation.
An agitation grown of tears wept, and of the ticking by of hours.
A restless and formidable desire to make right the wrongs that have been.
To come to understand one another's light and dark.
To have the silence end in warm embrace.
To feel the contrary wind that swept the two away into confusion and fear.
Which was just a part of their storm.
To know that they are safe inside the cellar...
And the winds of change were coming.
And it would be a moment not of competition,
But of appreciation at their beauty, power, and strength.
For the rain never stopped,
And it is there they dance.
Count between the thunder and lightning.
One. Two. Three. Step. One. Two. Step.
Clash. One. Two. Three. Slide. One. Two. Clamor.
This swaying motion of emotions.
Raw.
Tangled up up into one rhythm.
Back and forth showing the light and the might!
They are both so strong!
They both are trying to tell the world something.
And his anger the thunder yells in the night!
"Why? Why? Why?"
And the lightening responds in bright..."love is why."
Then sunrise kisses the earth in the aftermath of their storm.
As if to say "I am sorry."
He kisses her forehead.
And there they are calm.
His anger and sheer will that she step aside, shook her foundation.
An agitation grown of tears wept, and of the ticking by of hours.
A restless and formidable desire to make right the wrongs that have been.
To come to understand one another's light and dark.
To have the silence end in warm embrace.
To feel the contrary wind that swept the two away into confusion and fear.
Which was just a part of their storm.
To know that they are safe inside the cellar...
And the winds of change were coming.
And it would be a moment not of competition,
But of appreciation at their beauty, power, and strength.
For the rain never stopped,
And it is there they dance.
Count between the thunder and lightning.
One. Two. Three. Step. One. Two. Step.
Clash. One. Two. Three. Slide. One. Two. Clamor.
This swaying motion of emotions.
Raw.
Tangled up up into one rhythm.
Back and forth showing the light and the might!
They are both so strong!
They both are trying to tell the world something.
And his anger the thunder yells in the night!
"Why? Why? Why?"
And the lightening responds in bright..."love is why."
Then sunrise kisses the earth in the aftermath of their storm.
As if to say "I am sorry."
He kisses her forehead.
And there they are calm.