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The cold rain falls incessantly,

The thunders roll on without a stop.

Outside, the temperature drops,

as the rage of the storm thrashes about.

The raindrops hit against the windows,

threatening to shatter the glass.

The fire crackles beneath the fireplace,

as I stare at the clock counting hours.

My eyes fall on the piano,

looking grand across the hallway.

I wish you were here to play our song,

The one you always did on my birthday.

I run my hands on the slippery keys,

and press a few out of curiosity.

And before I know, I begin to play,

The song you always did on my birthday.

The music spreads like a forest fire,

And the voices in my heart are set free.

The notes touch each nerve in my brain,

and my heart connects in pure symphony.

The storm doesn't bother me,

I don't mind the rain anymore.

I can't hear the raindrops fall,

The bursting clouds don't scare me at all.

The thunder rumbles throughout the night,

And the streets overflow with water.

The lightning flashes and the fire burns,

But the waves of joy fail to falter.

I wake up stiff and tired,

I'd slept near the piano all night.

Pulling the curtains aside, I smile,

At the first rainbow in the morning sky.

- Jasmine John

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