When we first met I was walking alone in the rain.
Unsure of where I was going, I was covered in the drizzle of my pain.
Out of nowhere, you'd show up. We'd begin talking, and I slowly felt relief from the strain.
You were a mysterious force to know, like a passing hurricane.
The scars of my past began to fade. The pieces of my broken heart began to glow.
You were a brief shelter providing me shade. Gentle winds would peak and begin to blow.
Gaining the strength to wade the flood which had flowed.
Then as quickly as you had shown, you would disappear. The mystery of you deepened.
Looking back there are things I wish I had known. If so, I'd not be covered in fear. I would not have become as weakened.
Alone again I'm walking through the rain. I began to search for you.
I'll never forget how simply talking took away the pain. I would seek out strangers' opinions of you. Their experiences and their views.
Some would say; he's unable to be controlled and is wild.
And others; he's able to be consistently bold though carefree like a child.
Though most would try filling me with doubt;
don't seek him out, don't try for his heart.
Like the eye of a raging storm, he's more capable of tearing you apart.
Keep how you're feeling in parts. Hide them away. Keep them filed.
They paint an abstract picture like glass in a window that has been stained.
I feel faint as much time has passed. I gaze at the window with vision, pained. And still, see what I witnessed before; the force of you that is like a hurricane.
I begin to walk through the rain again with the image of him in my mind.
It pours over me, unable to wash me away. So here I remain in vain. I came with hopes though realizing he's impossible to simply find.
I see a bench reaching the end of a winding road made of stone.
I resign and sit, no longer able to bear the load of being alone.
Then again like before, right as I need it most, just moments before breaking, I hear your voice. It was then I realized that like a ghost, like waking from a dream, finding you is not simply just a choice.
You sit next to me with confidence, the rain still falling.
Is your arrival a coincidence or did you hear me calling?
You see me shaking. Placing your hand on me is the simple cure to cease me from quaking. I feel as though I've been asleep but now waking.
Like the first time we met, I feel something in my heart again, something pure.
Is there a chance I should be taking?
I'm scared and insecure. I keep myself from the decision I consider making.
He looks at me and begins talking. Eventually asking me the question;
aren't you tired of all the walking?
The fears and doubts they tried to fill my heart with disappeared as he shows me affection.
He's begun to show me things I thought were lost, a clear reflection.
The conversation carries on longer than I could have hoped.
Some of your mystery of you fades away as you've helped me cope.
The words all meld together as I feel the force of him again. I'm no longer against the ropes.
When night falls, I can feel him pulling away.
Setting things right and breaking down my walls.
I can see clearer now;
regardless of my wants, I know he can't stay. But this time I feel that it will all be okay.
I know that I'll see him again someday.
Mysterious, free, and wild. As quickly as the coming and going of the rain.
I watch as he fades into the distance, taking away the resistance, and all of my pain.
I feel the strength he's given me and I'm thankful for the assistance.
I can now push away all of the strain.
I'll always see him as a radical force of nature;
not to be controlled, there when you least expect it.
Beyond the winds which blow across the plains.
A deluge greater than a flood of rain.
A caring heart that is as strong as a hurricane.