If we were a storm, you’d be thunder and I’d be lightning. When it rains, we’ll always be close to each other. You can see me and I can hear you. For that moment, we are together.
When it’s raining at 11:11 at night, you wake up because of the sound of rain and out of nowhere, your room lights up from your window. Just for that brief moment, you are surrounded by me. Moments later, I hear thunder crack and I know it’s you proclaiming your love for me.
You’re my thunder and I’m your lightning.