Bullets against the glass
Pitter patter pounding hits
But drips ever so faint
In the howling of the wind
Lightning strikes, thunder cracks
Thereaputic in a sense
Glows of brilliant bursts of light in the sky
Shiver when the silence breaks
It’s all right
Safe inside, watching the rain fall down
As the storm rages on
Rages on















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That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeon's even death may die
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Even bad adventures are adventures worth having.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeon's even death may die
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