She lived tempest-like
with clouds in her eyes
and rain at her heels
and when she passed through,
the debris of his heart
littered the ground
(he said)
things seemed greener
sky scrubbed clean and blue
air fresh and sweet
and so he found himself
caught up in her turbulence
wound round and round her center
from the heady winds she blew
(he thought)
perhaps he was not so unlike her

after all

it takes a special kind of
to chase a storm.