Hail pounds on rooftops,
In a syncopated rhythm,
A flash of blue and thunder,
From a sky, angry and dim,
A soft classical melody,
Plays along with the beat,
I feel your arms embrace me,
As you kiss me with such heat.
The lights are out but I feel you,
As you kiss me with lips quite warm,
I feel safe and comforted,
As we watch the performance of the storm.
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