You've never been one to like storms.
On the night we're together there's one tearing thru the sky.
The wind seems to scream our names, calling to us.
They both beckon us outside.
I grasp your hand and offer you a reassuring smile as I open the door.

You've never been one to like storms.
Shying into me, you remember the times you've been given that smile and a hand to hold.
One after the other, you were given no protection from the wind that whipped your delicate face.
One after the other, you were given no protection from the rain that stung your porcelain skin.
I think to myself that it's time to change that.

You've never been one to like storms.
The wind picks up; something different happens.
Instead of having to brave it alone, I offer you a place by my side.
I open my arms and take you in them, protecting you from the wind.
With me, the wind won't get a chance to weather you.

You've never been one to like storms.
The rain gets heavier; something different happens.
My arms are no longer a suitable protection alone.
It softly stings for a moment as I adjust so the coat I wear is on you now instead of me.
With me, the stings of the rain won't touch you.

You've never been one to like storms.
Walking a long distance, we notice the storm gets progressively lighter as we walk.
Soon enough, we've gone far enough that there's nothing left of it.
You look at me with that smile that could outshine all else and I return it.
I gently set you down again and take your hand.

You've never been one to like storms.
This time the storm you weathered was worth it.
This storm...this storm is different.
The sidewalk this time didn't lead to an empty city.
A rainbow spans the sky in front of us.

You've never been one to like storms...but I seem to have changed your mind.