You are the persistent raindrops on the roof and I left my window open knowing the curtains would get a little damp
Come sit on my windowsill and listen to the darn rainclouds while I tack your stubborn shadow back onto your tired feet
It's 10:29 pm come stand in my driveway until my hair is soaking wet and our whispers are drowned in thunder and steady rain
I've forgotten the difference between lightning and the sparkle in your eyes and thunder and your heavy footsteps
The soft rain lulls you to sleep while I lie awake contemplating the difference between a storm and my soul
I hope you're happy with your boarded up windows because I'm spinning around in the downpour wondering if you ever miss being drenched
I've nearly exhausted the storm metaphor so good night