You may seek me,
If your hatred or your love,
Your desire for vengeance or for passion
So direct you.
But if it is not my wish,
I will not be found.
And then, in the silent midnight hour,
When the dark clouds o’ersweep the moon and
Hurl lightning from horizon to horizon
As the celestial thunderer rages,
I will come to you with the falling rain
And then we will be one under and within the storm.