Thunderstorm - my poetry
Thunderstorm
You are not my sunshine
You are my late afternoon thunderstorm
You bring with you a freshness
Like no other
And sometimes you bring a darkness
But not all darkness is bad
Yours just means I need to
Shine my own light a little brighter
You are a breath of fresh air
The sweet rain after a drought
You make me feel light and free
You're everything to me .