Against All Odds ~Phil Collins The wind blew feverishly around the small town of Salem, USA; rain pounding the blackened streets with fury. Down at Pier 29, the waves crashed underneath the wooden planks while the thunder clapped in the distance. The weather was ferocious and so was the emotion blanketing the darkened night …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.