The wind is howling Beckoning me Outside is where you need to be I would love to love you Unconditionally But I’ve tried that already Your constant roving Kept me wanting more The Stillness roars When you’re away The Trees don’t say “Good day!” with a sway And when you happen to return For a bit of your gentleness I yearn Sadly, as time goes by Harshness is the only reply Perhaps I would love to love you Again ... but The last time you left I fell in love with the rain
