Middle of the night,
I lie awake.
Awoken by
The pounding rain.
I stare into space,
In bed under the skylight.
As the room illuminates
Electric blue.
That morning it rained,
Rained so hard;
Even John,
Was under his bed, crying.
Half an hour later,
I still lie in bed;
Thinking to myself,
Will this storm ever end?
I lie awake.
Awoken by
The pounding rain.
I stare into space,
In bed under the skylight.
As the room illuminates
Electric blue.
That morning it rained,
Rained so hard;
Even John,
Was under his bed, crying.
Half an hour later,
I still lie in bed;
Thinking to myself,
Will this storm ever end?
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