Grey skies & bow ties
You tied my heart to yours in soft, fine rain.
As the rain fell, so did we-
deeper & deeper into... what?
Some call it love, others say it's a lie.
Though, neither of us cared,
as we learned to not fall, but fly.
It was a beautiful time, that I had with you.
Yes, so euphoric, that I question it's truth.
But lighting never crossed our minds,
until the thunder began to roar.
It shook us to the ground & forced us apart,
a tragedy to endure.
Although, what the hard winds didn't know,
as hard as it tried,
was that your heart & mine were still tightly tied.
Then, the obliterating storm,
that caused so much pain,
turned back
into memories of only
soft, fine, rain.