Summer Storm by Anonymous (17, Washington)

You were 
a summer storm.
Surprising.
Intense.
Shocking.
Thunderous. 
Gone before I realized
I loved you. 

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I never met
a summer storm,
before you. 
No one told me
how they arrive
without warning.
A shift
a slight breeze in the air
waiting
for the most perfectly 
inconvenient
time to appear. 

Yet, there's something about 
those summer storms. 
Something
intriguing. 
Wild. 
Electrifying.
Something truly
impossible
to walk away from. 

Except, here's the thing about summer storms:
they're erratic.
Unpredictable.
Ephemeral. 
Sometimes they just
fizzle out 
and fade
away. 

I fell in love with
a summer storm. 
We were 
a whirlwind of
sparking
sputtering
crackling
effervescent
electricity.

Outside of a 
summer storm,
lightning
only strikes 
once. 
They say 
it's lucky to be 
alive
after touching 
thunder. 

But the dirt leaves much
to be desired after
dancing
on air. 
I'm not so sure if 
life without a summer storm
can really be
a life 
at all. 

You are 
a summer storm. 
Fleeting. 
Legendary. 
Breathtaking. 
Chaotic. 
Far away as I realize
I love you. ​