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Our Storm

It’s not yours

By Ecarg NosivePublished about a month ago 1 min read

She clouds my mind but I love a storm

The thunder rumbles as the rain pours

Nothing about us is subtle

As lightning paints the sky in light

We’re in trouble

With rules we won’t follow

Romance that people will ponder

But let them wonder

For they love the sun

Magnetic energy consumes us

They may want to doom us

Just because they can’t find cover

Doesn’t mean we have to dry off our love

They may like the heat of the rays

Never enjoying puddle play

They don’t have a say

In our weather

So they can predict what they want

They’ll doubt it will come

We could create a tornado

And they still won’t understand it

They see an end

But we’ve just begun

Through a tsunami or hurricane

Through a drought or fires blazed

We will always come back to a cloud gone gray

They can stay white

Think they are right

We’ll still know

Who we are when the storm warning sirens cause panic

So go to the basement

Ride out your assumptions

We won’t stay complacent

We’ll channel each other

I’ll never need an umbrella with her

Unlike others

We stay drenched in the tears of our mother

With Grace & brAvery

I hope their envy finds their own storm

Until then we’re wishing nothing but the best for them in their days of grave bound scorch

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About the Creator

Ecarg Nosive

I'm a 29 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and music.

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    Written by Ecarg Nosive