Seems like we’ve constantly been under severe thunderstorm warnings for a week. Thankfully we’re nowhere near a river so we don’t have to deal with flooding. Just lots of rain and wind and watching of the local weather channel.
Your love is like a summer storm,
rude and overpowering.
It cares not for picnic plans
or tended gardens or weak trees,
yet promises fertile grounds
and coolers winds in trade.
It comes in fierce and loud
shouting "I am here! Look at me!"
Yet blows over quickly leaving behind
debris and puddles and rainbows.
Your love is like a summer storm
powerful yet brief.
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