Her hair fell in long, ebony waves,
Like dark clouds rolling in from the east;
Her sweet breath like the strong winds that carried them.
He could hear the echo of her voice,
And he fell in love with the way she put his demons to sleep
With the lullaby of her rain.
She, a perfect storm-
He, an awestruck passerby-
Completely taken by the thunder in her words
And the lightning in her eyes.
Another of Mother Nature’s marvels,
She was nothing to take lightly.
She uprooted the world he knew,
And cleansed his soul,
Just as rain cleansed the earth.
She was a phenomenon in herself.
With the natural elegance only a woman possessed.
But, just like any natural disaster,
She was difficult to understand or explain.
The only thing he knew
Was that he yearned to be in the eye of the storm-
To dive into the blue of her irises,
Wade through their depths,
And taste the secrets she kept hidden.
He revered the way she carried things deep inside her;
Things no one had yet to u