Clouds

This was written in a comparitive way...

The sun won't shine

nor will your smile.

 

Instead, clouds will rain

in the same way as my eyes.

 

The thunder will roll in

just as your words crashed my heart.

 

A flash of lightening strikes

the same way I saw a spark when we met.

 

Can't you see the beauty of the rain?

Couldn't you see the beauty of you and me?

 

The storm subsides;

a replica of you and me:

the storm ends.