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 civilisation has crumbled

The colours have 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.