The heavens turn dark
The sun light is over shadowed
The skies light up in flashes
And you know she is about to come
She makes you wait
and then comes down with a grace
people run for cover
but some just enjoy her presence
For some she is love
For some she is pain
For some she is depressing
For some she is trouble
But she touches all of us
I her own sweet way
In her grace lovers come close than ever
to steal a moment of a life time
For the ones who lost their love
Her presence is depressing and painful
For the ones who have seen her wrath
She is trouble that comes back every year
In spite of all this one can’t live without her
Nor can you live with her always
But her visits brings one back to life
And takes some when she is angry
Now I look up into the sky and wonder
when the tears of the sky will come down
So that I can hold her hands
and feel love in her presence…
