[Intro – Thunder rumble, soft piano notes like raindrops, humming voice behind the wind] Every love got its seasons. Spring makes it bloom… Summer makes it burn. But baby—storm season? That’s where we learn. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Soft and soulful, eyes-closed delivery] We been through nights where the roof damn near flew, Argued ‘til dawn, both swearing we were through. But your hand never let go, even when it shook, You held me like a prayer, not a page in a book. We break, we bend, we bruise, we cry— But every “leave” turns back to “try.” And I’d walk through hell with soaked shoes again, If it means I find you waitin’ at the end. ⸻ [Chorus – Gospel harmonies behind, swelling like a storm breaking] It’s storm season, baby, but we don’t run, We stand in the rain and face what comes. Thunder might shake us, lightning might blind, But your love’s the lighthouse I always find. We’re soaked in silence, drenched in doubt— But somehow, girl, we ride it out. Ain’t no shelter like your arms in the dark— Even in the storm… you’re still my spark. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Stronger now, like a voice refusing to give up] We’ve had slammed doors and tear-soaked beds, Words that cut deeper than what was said. But every storm leaves roots in the ground, And baby, look at how we’re still around. You ain’t just soft, you’re steel in disguise, You catch my pain like you baptized my cries. And when the winds come, and the roof shakes too— I still bet my whole heart on you. ⸻ [Chorus – Choir builds louder, lightning in every note] It’s storm season, baby, but we don’t fold, We fight for this love like it’s solid gold. Let the waters rise, let the thunder shout— We’ll dance in the flood ‘til the lights go out. You’re my calm, you’re my fire, you’re my vow, The reason I keep standing now. I ain’t lookin’ for easy—I’m lookin’ for real— And in your storm arms… I heal. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken softly, with gospel piano echo] Ain’t about fair weather. It’s about forever. And I’d rather ride through a hundred hurricanes… Than shine alone in the sun. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Slow, stripped down, full of soul] It’s storm season, love, and we still here, Holdin’ on tight through the rain and fear. If the roof breaks, let it fall— I still got you… and that’s worth it all. Let the world drown, let the thunder hiss— We’ll be here… In this storm season kiss. ⸻ [Outro – Thunder fades, replaced by morning birds and soft wind chimes] Some love melts in the rain… But ours? It blooms in it.

Storm season