Thunderstorm above my bed

Drifting thoughts fill your head. Drip. Drip.

And then it pours.

Lids heavy as lead.

You dream she is a rainbow

that you find and keep.

Her heart it is an ocean-

dark, untamed, deep.

Her voice is soft but bright,

her words calculated, clear.

Her opinions often shock you-

she's lightning in your ear.

Her mind seems clouded,

and within that is the rain.

The rain is her emotions,

her clarity, virtue, her pain.

Caress you with her raindrop touch,

you feel her fingertips.

Her hair moves like a wild wind,

and dewy are her lips.

Everything she touches;

comes to life bright and green.

Her intentions towards your heart,

are everything they seem.

But your heart is a brick house

with closed windows and locked doors,

but there's a leak in the roof-

and when she rains, she pours.

She drips through your hair,

down your nose, lips, and chin.

She drips right off of you

and then she drips again.

-LaurenAshley