Her

she was like the rain,

a giver;

she poured herself out

she rumbled within

she carried a storm

she had the thunder in her

she was sweet as petrichor;

now that she's gone,

the sky is charred

the earth is droughted

the flowers have died

the civilisations have crumbled

the colours are faded

the world's gotten blur;

she was the earthquake that could bring mountains to their knees,

she was the emerging rage of the sea,

she was not just a season, she was the reason,

The reason for me, to be,

'til the end of the line, she loved me.