Her Moods Are Volatile Announcements Poem by M. A Heathcote

Her moods are like ever-changing rain clouds.
Some days I 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 days, 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 were tearfully exemplified.
Her emotions are lightning bolts electrified
When a storm must give up being soundless.

It's then I want to run.
And take cover and shelter…
It's then, as now, I feel the cold. It's then, it's 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.