I go for walks during storm season
Turning down strange roads for no reason
A flash of lightning illuminates your face in the dark
The energy in your eyes unspoken
Cold pebbles scooped from a puddle thrown high into the air
I’m not coming down from this
The naysayers chant so loud that we’ll never work out
Too young. Foolish passion. They say.
But when I hold you I’m so indifferent to public opinion
Nature is the only witness to our truth
Leading me to you on a cool quiet night punctuated with claps of thunder
-d,r
