And in the night sky, the lightning struck
As if a silver blade slicing through the dark;
The charcoal clouds that dawdled from the heavens
Disturbed by the thunder that broke the silence.
The powerful wind blew from different ways
Our umbrella struggled like a leaf in a daze;
My heart could have melt when you held my hand
Your palm drove off the cold with a reviving warmth.
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