Raining hard, best time for sleeping

But I can’t for some reason

So I chill in the reclining chair

Laughing at the weather mans fake hair

What’s said to be a few drops is now a flood

And I yearn for a hug…

A knock at the door

Who could this be in this storm?

My baby blew in with the winds

Outside are rattling tree limbs

I missed her so

And she missed me even more

Her passion rises with the tides

Over her body my fingers glide

And pleasure makes her look to the sky

When she does it seems the thunder claps

Our heat melts together like hot sandwich raps

 As she closes in on her peek the storm reaches its height

And the rain drips down her mountains out of sight

The winds are calming and the waters are receding

As the moon shines through the clouds, we are sleeping

Heavy rain creates the best sleep

And we were in it deep