Clouds of storms roll in and thunder booms as it looks like rain.

My heart prepares for what is soon to come. When it rains, it pours.

As always, I take the storms I feel to her.

She has experienced this sudden change of weather countless times in her life

but nevertheless, her heart, even under all that pours, remains pure.

She can walk away from what hangs overhead and look past the clouds that will pass.

Her storm ends, so I may find my way through the clouds that lie ahead.

It is for me that she pushes away her own rain

So, that I may find comfort.

She lives in a world for the sake of another’s heart

And never wanders when my world falls through.

Not even in the eye of her storm would she leave my side.

She has wings that I know not only I can see

Even when wet with the storm of life, she finds strength to guide me through


Not in her storm, nor mine, or yours, is her work ever done.