The Storm Thunder shakes me from restless sleep I listen to the rain tap-tapping on the roof Like the footfalls of a flamenco dancer Getting louder, faster, manic in its rhythm Shadows creep where light should be I cannot tell where night ends and morning begins But no one is there to reassure me That time and place have meaning I thought it would get easier That distance could be no more than inconvenience So foolish I can be when love takes over Logic abandons me in the dark But the rain doesn't seem to care Falling in sheets beyond the window The world outside is a blur to me Formless shapes reveal the truth Thunder does not shake me, I am trembling The tap-tapping is the pounding of my heart Tears fall in a torrential downpour, not rain The storm will never pass