When it Rained it Poured

Thoughts are the dim clouds that suspend in the sky.
Drops of water filled with secret words falls to the earth and lands on you and But we avoid those secret words that would form our true feelings between hellos and goodbyes, But those words will mean nothing if the clouds did not make it storm
I guess I spoke to soon because it soon stormed. Rain came down hard, clothes drench with words, we were both soaked in them, outside is cold, wet, and dem, and raindropped words I hope are filled with some truth within them, but we rejected to turn the secret words into sentences and form dialog that we should have spoken. In the storm there goes a strike of lightening, earsplitting and thunderous/ Our silence about how we feel about each other was destroyed, because feelings that are silent is the loudest sort of noise, But who am I to say that all the condensation that is built up in the clouds are a true prediction, and the whole universe is rooting for you, and you know your the other part to us and me and you can only add up to love with a plus.And this Stormy Striking Saturday was a day that was made for us. This Stormy Striking Saturday is our truth. And as I write this I realize my pen can’t imagine living life on paper without you and these words are so clear they make see right through to you and while the drops of water fall from the sky, they still seem to hide themselves in a disguise. We at last form sentences the create dialog and this is no surprise, As our lips exchange words, droplets fall from eyes that awaited so long, but all we needed was for it to storm and those droplets are drops that our eyes couldn’t fight to hold our thoughts were the clouds and drops of water are our secret words. When it was time to lay everything out on the line for our heats finding each other I will cosign. We just needed the clouds to make it storm, rain our words so we couldn’t keep avoiding and make it downpour, but this time was a chance for us to share our thoughts, and next time we might not get that chance because it might not rain or if it does rain doesn’t last forever and we wouldn’t be able to finally express what we covered, but it choose to rain…and we are thankful that we were caught up in that weather because when it rained it poured