A summer storm is worth more,

it's a result of all the heat

that builds between the lovers stuck

alone in their front seats.

The falling rain and expectations

are pounding on my door.

The lightning strikes exactly where

it burned my heart before.

We're waiting on the thunder,

to hear its warning roar

to notify the entire state

that you're nothing but a whore.

The sky is dark and you're forlorn,

wondering what you've done.

You're waiting for the rain to end,

but this storm has just begun.