Storm sends herself out from her skies,
She spins herself into the crowd,
That’s why there’s lightning in your eyes,
Why there’s thunder in the wise
And bunnies in the clouds.
Kew is in and is both me and you,
Yet we’re our own and different beasts.
It’s how the old can make things new,
How the never been comes true
And how we matter, every piece.
The Storm invites all in
To her push and pull and spin.
It’s easy to love in the rain.