the clouds would sneak up on us.
The world lost its color, turning a cold and merciless black
while the clouds seemed to laugh at my cowering face
and you held me closer telling me I was safe.
The sky appeared to open, setting loose a bright flash
that reflected in my wide eyes peeking out from under your
bed
and the deep thunder would rattle my bones,
my pounding heart almost drowning out the noise.
I remember you telling me it was the most beautiful thing in
the world,
but I never once believed you.
One night, I peeked out the window while I held your hand
tightly in my own
and we watched the sky perform its show together.
It was the most beautiful thing in the world.
