thunderstorms

You live through the wind as you drift through my hair and tingle my spine.
The wind that brushes across my skin and leaves me breathless.
The wind that messes up my hair and leaves me restless.

You are rain.
And I swear you can take my pain away.
The smell of rain fills my lungs and I breathe you in. Never quite letting you leave.
And I can hear you. As you softly hit my windowsill I let you sing me to sleep.
You are the rain. And you are soft against my skin.
You are warm.
Each droplet lingering. And I can feel you.
Each touch everlasting and I remember.
I remember you.

And I remember that I am living.
but you forgot that you were too.

The wind doesn't feel the same now and the rain is getting colder.
The wind and rain once familiar, but I don't recognize it's touch anymore.
You forgot what you were living for and the gentle rain turned into a hurricane.

You are thunder and lightning

..but you've always been scared of thunderstorms.