Dancing Through the Rainstorm

Rain's coming in hot. Don't run, dance with me. Clouds roll in

like a warning sign. Wind picks up, but damn, you look fine.

Lightning flashes on, your wet skin glow. And suddenly, the night steals

the show. DJ screaming, "Don't you dare leave". We grab each

other, soaked to the sleeve. Your hair dripping, dripping down your

chest. But the storm only makes you look your best. Thunder hits like

the baseline drop. Rain pours harder, we don't stop. You say the storm is ours

tonight. I say, "Hold me tighter in the flashing light".