the lull of the storm [with audio]

*spoken word recording*

the pitter-patter of droplets upon my windowpane
tap relentlessly
blowing left & right
remind me of the storm we once created
now settled deep into my mind

oh, to get swept up in your storm
the intensity of your words
the passion brewing & spilling over
the constant wind whipping & striking
before the longest lull

most nights i now sit and wait
for your storm
to consume me,
to save me
from this lull

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