Your eyes are like the sun shining on my face
I'm sweating thoughts of you like rain
Moisture on my mind 
Has left me emotionally blind
I want to be who I was before I met you
But I cannot so what's the use
Maybe the next time it rains
There won't be too many clouds
And I won't hide from you
Fighting with your energy like a hurricane
In the middle of your eye
It's calm
But the main part of you is tearing at me
In my dreams
I board up my place
Store up needs
But as you pass by
I'm moved anyway
Your power is too much
Next time I will go in land
But still I have to face your return
What is life without the storm