"in the morning it comes, heaven sent a hurricane
not a trace of the sun but I don't even run from rain
beating out of my chest, heart is holding on to you
from the moment I knew...
you're the air in my breath filling up my love soaked lungs
such a beautiful mess intertwined and overrun
nothing better than this, oh, and then the storm can come
you feel just like the sun
just like the sun"
Sara Bareilles - The Light