Forecasting Love

I sometimes feel that our love is
Much like a thunder storm
Where most will never think this way
Because it's not the norm

But our passions like a fiery sky
Where lightning is the spark
And thunder is our pounding hearts
Which echoes in the dark

Where static in the air is felt
The breeze our breaths for air
While we are both drawn closer
Whenever storms will flare

As loud as all surroundings clash
We're senseless as it forms
As soon as our skin will touch
The calm before the storm

And here is where we'll both reside
Just as our storm might fade
But always burn within our hearts
Where all our storms are made