When the Window is Open

And the thunder is growling

And the wind is bustling

And the curtains are flowing

And the water is falling.

 

A colder air 

A sweeter smell

has made its way 

into my room.

 

Then there’s the lights.

Instant and bright.

And the only fear I feel

Is the end of this night.

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