The storm isn't a natural disaster; it belongs to a single person who cannot let go of a past relationship.
Write about a "Rain Collector," a person whose job it is to bottle these physical manifestations of love before they wash out to sea and are forgotten forever. Sia - My Love (rain version) Sia - My Love (rain version)
Deep blues and moody indigos, broken only by the rhythmic, warm amber glow of a distant streetlamp blinking through the rain. The storm isn't a natural disaster; it belongs
The sky broke open today,Mirroring the flood you left inside my chest.You are the static in the thunder,The weight in the atmosphere. The storm isn't a natural disaster