Back to the beginning

Lightning;
it never strikes the same place twice.
Yet here we stand
face to face
as the next storm approaches.
You reach out a hand
yet through the pouring rain I can't see.
You call my name
yet the thundering persecution drowns your voice.
We did this before
that thought echoes in my mind
as summer's blazing heat
sweeps us away
and the sky's bitter tears
fall on our forgotten connection.
They say lightning never strikes
in the same place,
so then turn your back and walk away
before it destroys us forever.