The wind rages, consumes,
Taking everything on his path
And the rain pours, screams,
Bullets of heavenly water tearing down our
street
And the thunder, mighty god of Thor,
The thunder roars and cracks against the
almighty,
While clouds collide and collapse, sparkle,
Creating a static atmosphere to rest in
Rain turns into snow, white flocks of
satin,
Whispering from the dark skies upon our
door
Water turns into a lustrous layer of dark
mystery,
Covering up all the fluids left in the
night.
As I rush home, enter our door
Take off the coat that protected me from
the storm,
Take off my woollen scarf and my wet gloves
Shudder, kick off my boots and enter
There you are, waiting for me, anxious for
my return
My red cheeks reddening even more,
Take a few steps towards you, dying to keep
you close
And forget all the rage of the forgotten
world outside
And I hold you in my arms
And you’re warm
Cradle my head in your warm neck
‘Welcome home, love’, and you kiss me
And my world is on fire,
My burning heart bouncing happily for my
return
Warming me with every single beat, and I
smile
Blinds closed, fire on, together, home.
