"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