The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

When the tornadoes surreptitiously come frantically we search for a hand to hold but instead feel the scorching fingers of the sun Like a dessert in our lungs stealing at our breath our heart's rolling like ocean waves leaving us bereft Sweet relief in the silence when all becomes stone and still so carefully the water breaks pretending it does not spill Searching for a loop hole somewhere we can carefully fall through and we flutter together just beneath the surface with dragonfly wings of blue Rain can't flood our dreams here nor can the storms stop us from our dance the forever of our magic moment the victory of chance