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The Storm

Through two different windows,
In two different states, we watch the rain together.

We stand underneath two different clouds, but
We feel the same drop of water melt into two different sets of skin.

Through two different bedrooms, we listen to the same rumble of thunder,
And notice the same strike of lightning flash across the midnight sky.

Between two hearts, we feel the same comfort as we
Both gaze upon the same rainbow.

The next night brings another storm,
And through different sets of eyes,
We watch the same storm together again.



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