You take my hand, I can’t resist.
We find our haven in the storm.
I know these clouds, the way they form,
the wind that makes my passions twist.
I knew you the first time we kissed.
The sun was hot; your lips were warm.
You took my hand, could not resist.
We found our haven in the storm.
I hope for rain, though drought persists.
Still I rebel, will not conform
to rules that keep us from the storm.
I dreamed a place where we can tryst.
Come take me now, we can’t resist.