There’s a thunderstorm outside.
Rain is coming down real heavy, thunder shakes the house, and a flash of lightning lights up the neighborhood.

I’ve been kind of on and off regarding thunderstorms, I like them, even after having two close calls with lightning. Lightning hitting a bush in the neighbor’s yard was a little scary, I will admit that.
Normally, I’ll have the window open right up until it starts pouring rain, or I may even stand outside, to take in the stillness of the air.

But tonight is different. All I can think about is you, how broken you were before I came into your life, and how I brought you back from the brink.

I want to hold you, to tell you everything’s fine, and it will be fine forever. I can imagine you falling asleep in my arms as the thunder rolls and the lightning strikes, because in the midst of this turmoil, I am your rock. I can imagine us playing a board game by lantern if the power goes out, which it probably will.

All I can think about tonight is you.