Thunderstorm

A door slammed in the face is harsh
The wind blowing in from nowhere
Spring day turns stormy, no warning
Darkening into early night

Windows lashed, anticipating
Gale force assaults against the walls
Torrential rains, white hot lightning
Rage over passion's dying breath

Thunder roars and rattles the panes
Droplets splash against the clear glass
Light is fluid against the sky
Flickering harshly over tears

In the between I realize
Eyes closed, sun down, darkness the same
My heart beats erratically, still
In that rhythm you spun me to