Love in the time of Insanity

I waited for the thunderstorms,
but the dusty man arrived.
I looked away
for reasons grey,
While jittery hands jived.

Like shadows dance in a twilight song,
We moved in peaceful surrender.
Madness crept in
through the blinds
And giggled at our splendor.

A song sung blue, raindrops too,
the dusty man did create
yet all in vain,
like a common refrain
the smoky chitchat permeate.

The tin man wanted a real heart
the dusty man wants to play his part...
A cure for his shudders is all he seeks,
Love in the time of insanity, peaks!