I can smell the chaos from miles away and I love the way the first drop tastes.
I can feel the rain before it comes. I can smell the chaos from miles away and I love the way the first drop tastes — cool to the tongue yet warm to the heart.
I can feel the rain before it starts to fall. Yet I have yet to fall along with it. I watch from the window and let my heart coordinate its beats with the thunder.
I can feel the rain before it pours. And I've never been one to run away from it. I want to be right inside the eye of the storm, where everything will be new and forgiven.
I can feel the rain before it arrives, and I for one like to drown in its sounds. I like to take it all in and make a wish on lightning, because who said it was only for stars?
I can feel the rain before it comes and I know I will feel the same with you.
I don't want no ordinary love. I don't want a spring shower. I don't want for it to trickle and disperse. I want a summer storm.
I want to love you the way the rain loves the world. The way it falls and feeds its soul and washes away all regrets.
I want to love you the way the rain loves this earth. The way it takes over, completely, and all at once. The way it controls it so powerfully, serenely.
I want to love you like the rain — the type of rain that takes up the entire day and leaves it marks in the streets and in the trees.
I don't want no ordinary love. I want a f*cking storm.
I want to wake up to the sound of you and know the safest place for me is indoors. To wake up and know the day is brand new, and I get to spend it all with you.
I want to dance in it with you. We can leave our inhibitions in the puddles and dance without apprehension in the streets laughing into the wind.
I don't want no ordinary love. I want a f*cking end-of-the-world storm.
I can feel the rain before it comes, and I know I will feel the love with you before you even say a word. I know, I'll know it's you. It's always been you.
I want to get caught up in the wind of our romance and be completely swept away. To come back “home” and realize it was time to start anew. So I'll start new with you.
I want to get soaking wet to the bones with you because there will be warmth in your arms and joy will radiate from our souls to keep us warm.
I want you to ravage me in my entirety the way a storm does an entire city. Take me. Break me. Rain in of me. We all know the calm after the storm is the sweetest part.
We can relax in the storm's glory when it's all over because we have one another. And the only forecast to ever matter is that it includes each other.
I can feel the rain before it comes and I don't feel the need to run for cover. When you find me, I want you to see me. I won't be hiding from the storm. I'll be there — bare — showing you that this is me.
I don't want no ordinary love. I want the f*cking storm where the world will never look the same.
So for now, I'll be just waiting for the lightning to hit my heart. I'm waiting for the world to change. I'm waiting, always, for you. Until then, until the world is ready to change, I'll just dance here in the summer rain awaiting the storm.