Quiet Storm

Quiet Storm You’re as subtle as a southern rain, A distant thunder crying from pain. A delicate flower that’s turned in her bloom, Preparing for a storm that’s brewing soon. You’re a pebble smoothened by the tide, Full of color yet with something to hide. A beautiful blue bird perched in a tree, With internal instinct to protect their seed. You’re the wind that blows through the grain, The sun that beats down upon the plain. You’re complicated, complex, and torn, A wonderful reminder of a quiet storm. You’re everything, yet nothing at all, For you lack the courage to try and fall. But, oh what could be, if you’d only see, The potential of this woman in front of me.