Meet Me in the Storm

There’s this natural phenomenon known as a dirty storm.

The ash in a volcano creates enough static electricity that it will shoot up into the clouds.

Absolutely dangerous, but incredibly beautiful.


I am bad with words, but good with intentions and

I know it’s a lot to ask, but please, walk outside.

Be my storm and I’ll be yours.


We can use the winds to lift up any of the feelings holding us down.

Our rain to wash away the intrusive thoughts and anxiety.

The lightning to blind all the darkness that seems to haunt us at night.


I know things will not be easy.

Together we are a lot like a dirty storm;

Filled to the brim with both passion and chaos.


But maybe, if we hold on, we can have a love

As peaceful as the night that always follows a storm.