My family will be asleep
When thunder splits the silent skies
There will be none but me to hear
How every droplet dies
I'll listen to the endless night
The tremor of chaotic clouds
And raindrops that remind me of
Uncertain, distant crowds
I'll arch my back and breathe the mists
And let them swallow me in whole
Regaining all the peace I had
That morning sunshine stole
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