Love is a thunderstorm.

Love is a thunderstorm; sometimes you can feel it coming, other times it comes out of the blue. 

Sometimes the storm will stay for only a second, other times it will stay for what seems like forever.

The storm can be harmonious with thunder and lightning and raindrops falling in synchronicity; but there are times when it's impulsive and random and unexpected...and beautiful.

Sometimes the storm will gradually fade out, getting smaller and smaller until there's only sun. Other times the storm will just stop, leaving us confused and wondering where the storm went all of a sudden.

If we're lucky the storm will leave a rainbow for us to remember it by. Other times all it leaves is black clouds looming above our heads.

Then there are the lucky storms that we only come across once in a lifetime that keep raining down, pouring water onto our interlaced hands, the tears of the sky shed upon our heads. These storms are rare, cherish every moment of them. The one storm of love that never ceases is the only one we'll ever need.