The Storm
 
 

The wind is howling out my door, I know the storm is near
They say the rain will bring flash floods, how much just isn't clear
The lightning flashing in the distance, thunder crashing loud
out the back door I see the making, of a funnel cloud

I hold my lover close, to ease the fear she holds inside
she asks if it's about over, but knows that she can't hide
The pain the fear and agony, is showing in her eyes
I comfort her with tender kiss, and hold her as she cries

The storm is now in our midst, the sound is like a train
her body quivers in my arms, at the crashing of the rain
The storm can't drown, the words of love that utter through my lips
comforting her just to relieve, as the storm upon us rips

The storm has now passed overhead, I see sunlight in the sky
it's not us to ask or wonder, not ours to question why
But through the storm we held fast, our love to ever grow
and wait the next to come again, and our love once again show
 

Dave W Hartman

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