Loving you
is like loving the humid July air
just before a storm
With each passing day
the air grows heavier
and hotter
It builds up until the moment
I don\'t think you can take anymore
I want to go inside
hide from the humidity,
and cool down
Then,
the rain begins to fall
and it is more refreshing
than the light after the dark
it is more beautiful
than the way the sky spits stars
on a perfect night
I thought the
air might get heavy enough
to make the sky fall
Instead, it rains
it pours down from heaven
in the most beautiful way
I want nothing more than to dance in it
Before it stops
and the cycle of humidity
that comes before a summer storm
starts again