Sometimes, love is like thunderstorms.
It all begins with a spark.
But, then, it pours down harder than you've ever known. It takes everything you have to keep going. Then lightning hits again.
You see that spark and remember what you were fighting for in the first place. What youo didn't know though, was what you were fighting for would only ever hurt you.
That flash of light, that's bit of spark. It isn't worth fighting through the storm.
Other times, you need the thunderstorms. The lightning then it is worth fighting for. It isn't just a flash of hope. It's a flash of truth, that is what's on the other side waiting for you.
When the skies clear then the world is brighter. The sun is out, there's a rainbow at every corner. The flash isn't just a sign to fight even harder.