We're the redemption of a thunder storm
for a moment everything is just as it is:
a transition from one mind to the next.
As the marble drops grace the dusty ground
and the leaves nod their heads in agreement,
we rewrite where we've been,
standing still in the silence and making a recovery in the depth of sound,
pitches only the two of us can hear.

You're hot, I'm cold.
But the thunder cracks
and in this we are together.

A/N: This is my first self directed poetry writing in a ridiculous amount of time...enjoy :)