Standing in the street,
In the middle of the night,
Rain coming down,
With sudden flashes of light,
There is cracking thunder,
All around me,
And with the clouds' grayish glow,
I can finally see,
The roaring of the wind,
Blowing leaves across the ground,
And my ears are filled,
With the vicious thunder's sound,
I look up at the sky,
And feel the rain upon my face,
I'd rather be here,
Than in a warm and dry place...
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