I like storms. They let me know that even the sky, screams sometimes.

When it rains like that, 

I sometimes think about 

that day you came to talk 

and the water stopped me to go home. 

We took it like a sign, 

and you laughed. 

I wish I had go home anyway, 

and never see your face again, 

so you'd be the one who cried like those clouds.