Vissions In a Summer Storm

I watch the storm as it rages on And see the visions of a love gone With every drop, splash and splatter I hear the sound of her gentle laughter Slipping and sliding down the window pane The rain paints the pictures that bring Painful memories with bittersweet joy Of a young girl and unknowing boy Howling winds filled with voices Screaming out the wrong choices As the glass fogs with warm mist It fills with images of her I miss I can see her porcelain face And her dress of white lace With every strike of lighting I envision her for the taking But these are but a mirage Something it crudely did forge To bring about miserable longing Only to leave at the storms ending