Runaway Into The Storm

When the storm covers the sun and the clouds,
I think of you.
Your kind, ringing barks and woofs that drift though the night.
I think of you, and only you.
I think of know one else.
I think of you as a storm.
The rain, the times you peed.  Right on the floor.
The clouds, the things you covered up, plunging them into the darkness of the earth.
The thunder, the times that you would tear apart, everything, leaving shredded pillows.
The lightning, times that you left.  Ran away.
The rainbow, the good times we had.
The storm symbolizes you.
I know,
You had more bad, than good.
But that is why we found each other,
And that's why it was me and you.
You and me.
Then you left.
Like a storm drifting down the coast finding another place.
Then disappearing,
Vanishing,
I hated that.
Even though I kept running back.
So every time a storm rolls in,
I think of you, and your bright dog slobber smile. 
I think of only you, and nothing else.
You are my sun on the Rainey day.
Every time I here a storm, I run to my window looking out,
Hoping to find you.
And only you.
Nothing else.
I am always disappointed, as I haven't seen you again.
Oh my dog.  I will always love you.