Fishes

I'd like to hold you tightly
And listen to this storm;
The lightning flashing brightly,
The thunder rolling warm.
We'd feel the rush of breezes
That stream across the face
And feel the rush that seizes
All sense of time and place.
We'd watch the raindrops splatter
And hear the clouds sing low
Knowing it doesn't matter
For we've nowhere to go.
I'd whisper in your ear
Tonight is ours, my dear.