With loud bangs and flashes of light,
Storms make entrances that leave impressions.
He exploded into your life.
Dark, brooding, and mysterious,
He captured your attention.

Every rumble and grumble and lightning strike,
Leaves you in a state of excite.
Some say he's dangerous.
Some say he's trouble.
He stays for a while, with thunder and wind.
But in the end, you're left with a puddle

Of your own sadness and tears.
Storms come in fast and exciting,
But only leave a trail of rain before it clears.

In the wake of his storm,
What once was your heart,
Is now only a battered and broken shelter.

A storm can be exciting,
But soon it's all gone.
A storm says 'I love you',
Before it has moved on.

He's the bad boyfriend
You wished you'd never met.
And yet,
You'd do it all again.