The horizon shot flames of burning, and the grey clouds like smoke billowed in towers. They took as a wisp and smoothed your cursive name across the sky, and circled in sky-blue eyes. The rain fell like slow tears, and left spots like watermarks on my skin. Every time I blinked, the lightning ended in a flash of smile, and I smiled back and looked up, waiting for the thunder of your voice and your cleansing happy tears to pour.