We're storm lovers,

My sister

And I

We've got eyes

For

Thunderstorms,

We live for

Lightning

In the sky.

Her irises are

Stormy,

Full of cloudy

Blue-gray,

Mine are the

Color of

Rain.

We both

Have hair of

Lightning Blond

And people call us

Insane

Because

We don't hide when

Lightning strikes,

When rains fall,

We don't

Run

We stare into that

Wonderstorm,

The beauty that

Swallowed up the

Sun,

We smile when

The winds howl,

When thunder

Rumbles in the

Sky,

'Cuz the two of us

Are storm lovers,

My sister

And I.