Madison Grove Stormy Consequences

Madison Grove

Stormy Consequences

We dance on top of clouds, Filled with rain pockets. Your eyes become lightning, As mine screech out thunder.

We are opposites you seeBut together create hurdling storms. I shake windowsills And scare children, While you lighten dark skies And make people desperately chase youHoping that they’ll catch you in a bottle.

My loudness always scared people away, While your quick desolating light Made people curious. You became a god of legendsWhile I became the consequence of what follows.