Her Moods Are Volatile Announcements Poem by Mark Heathcote

Her moods are like ever-changing rain clouds
Some days I just want to float with her
And whatever enshrouds, I'm happy inside
Drifting over oceans and deserts bestir …
And not spill a drop of blood, not a residue a tear
Some day's I'm happy for her to chauffeur.

But her moods are like volatile announcements
Some days there's this dark thunder inside
That disembowels and leaves no place to hide
Her disappointments they're tearfully exemplified
Her emotions are lightning bolts electrified
When a storm must give up being soundless.

It's then, it's then I want to run
And take cover and shelter…
Ooh, it's then, I feel the cold. Ooh its then, its then,
It's then I wonder will the sun ever shine again…
Oh, her moods are like ever-changing rain clouds
Yes, the subject is sore; at times it's a game of volleyball
But that only makes me want to love her more.