When it pours rain I get urge
to make temperatures surge

the lightning~ to me is never
frightening,~but always most
enlightening~

I get a charge
from the voltaic~ that's not at
all  prosaic~it lifts me so high
I spread my wings to fly~

til
I catch hold of the star where
I know you are~your thunder
meets me with a roar~ just the
way that I adore~

from thermal
winds we get a lift~ on cumulus
clouds we are adrift~we unite
in stormy passion~spawning
tornadoes as is our fashion

caught in a vortex of hot desire
we set the northern lights afire~

etw~