Perfect Stormy Night
I am in the arms of a man I've come to love
and he holds me with all the
tenderness and compassion I deserve.
He listens to me sing my sorrow
with only fierce wind and
snarling thunder to accompany me.
His dark eyes follow my every move,
his soft hands hold me close
as we watch the lightning
and talk about what we wanna be
when we grow up.
My head rests in his lap and he
absently strokes my hair.
I sing a lullaby, he hums along.
My eyes close, as do his,
right out there in the rain.
Robins in their nests fluff their feathers
and huddle over their babies protectively,
keeping tham warm and dry.
Rabbits in their dens way underground
squish together, using their fur and that of their neighbour
to keep warm and dry.
You and I on the front porch
wrapped in blankets and each others arms
sleepily watch the sky on fire with lightning
that makes the raindrops look like diamonds.
Me and the man I have come to love
in each others hearts
will forever keep warm and dry.
