A girl is like the weather: unpredictable, beautiful, and it scares the hell out of me

..and as the sun shone,
so did her hair;
those long, flowing streams of gold
cascading over slender shoulders.
But clouds darkened that sweet face,
doubt filled those innocent eyes
and worry straightened that smile.
My heart threatened rain
and I had to leave.
I didn't want to get caught in that storm.
Not yet...