Storm

Sometimes it takes a storm to really know the light The scent of rain, the weight of clouds pulling down the sky Sometimes it takes a storm to know how you feel To understand indigo and the varnished sun lighting up the fields It takes the rain between the lines to know what sorrow finds The way a cloud divides sometimes, the clearing and the blue, I love you I was just pa*sing through and taken by surprise Between the black sky and the blue Between the black sky and the blue, I love you, I love you