The clock struck twelve.
The skies were gloomy, the storm is rising.
I look up at the heavens,
Feeling daze at the sight.
A thunderous sound,
grumbling in the air.
The cricket sings,
Chirping in the long dark night.
As the moon light kiss my face.
I felt contented.
As the thunder strikes.
My heart skips a bit.
The tears of the sky,
Came flushing down.
The heart inside my heart,
is but bubbling with joy.
And as the rain stops,
Darkness turns to light.
The sun rises again,
and shadows of the day is scattered for another day.
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