When words fall short

"When words fall short"

There aren't enough feelings with names,
this is where words fall short.
When a storm is brewing and the air smells like rain
I get this mixture of excitement
nervousness, and fear
There is no one word to describe this concoction.
My face brightens with my least strangled smile
when I hear your voice.
No one else can make me laugh as effortless.
You are my rain storm,
brewing in my stomach filled with butterflies tied in knots,
and I am not quite sure how.
Could I ever possibly explain to you,
just how excited,
how nervous,
how fearful,
you make me?
                    -J.Lajoie