creating constellations

confessions of a pluviophile

to me you are like a thunderstorm,
so calming and beautiful yet so misunderstood,
i am not blinded by your lightning or shaken by your thunder,
you're portrayed as something of sadness or anger but no one like that could make me feel so good.
i find the light in your darkness,
you're gray skies have never scared me less,
maybe my mind is blurry because of the rain in my eyes, but i am satisfied with this state of blindness.