Love After the Storm

We didn't fall in love on a perfect day,
under some cinematic golden sky.
We found each other in the rain —
and chose to stay.

Through every storm that shook the ground,
through healing bones and heavy clouds,
through the days that asked too much —
we answered with each other's touch.

Love isn't the absence of the storm.
It's the hand that finds yours in the dark.
It's the quiet voice that says,
"I'm not going anywhere."

So here's to us — a little bruised,
a little stronger, a little more sure
that the best kind of love
is the kind that endures.

The sky is clearing, my love.
And I'd weather every storm again
just to stand with you
in the sun.