Your words are like rain:
the way they needle through.
They stain my answers dark;
clouds roll away in dunes.

I'm walking in a storm;
the sky is swollen blue.
I'll wait for the rain to warm,
and tell me something new.

Walk along the water
on a windy day,
And see how it fights
in gray and fitful waves.

And if you never met me,
where would you be?
Never having been loved just once
by someone like me.

Let me watch you
as you wade up to your knees,
Till the band of blue thunder
rumbles in between.

Till I cannot see your face
and I cannot hear you speak,
Till the tide rolls in,
and we roll out to sea.

Walk along the water
on a windy day,
And see how it spits at all
the rocks in the way.

And if you never met me,
where would you be?
Never having been loved just once
by someone like me.