If You Were the Weather

If You Were the Weather

If you were the weather, you'd be both a monsoon and a drought.

How can you be filled with absence yet drip in excess?

Her legs turned you into my own personal storm,

but you rest here naïve

like a single cloud in a blue summer sky.

Ex-lovers are causing floods.

My mind is saturated by their naked bodies

curving like the sunsets we watched together.

I can't open my window now –

The water threatens to rush in

and ruthlessly drown my confidence.

I rain empathetically when the sunlight touches your skin.

The light resonates with your purity;

your desperation to evoke wonder like shooting stars do.

You are my storm that has been created by the unpredictable lightning strikes of others.

Even still, vibrant rainbows comfort me timidly when you run

your index finger down my spine,

and I know that soon the thunder will silence itself.