Moonlight through a quilt of clouds
we rush before the storm
lightning, like a camera flashed
as we made it to the dorm
We shiver as we rush the stairs
to the thunderous afterboom
I survey the nights assignments
when I'm safe inside my room
We'd planned for this foul weather,
and our tempest borne confinement
by stopping for some chinese food
- it was practically a requirement
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