Splatter of hard rain on the pane,
I drink another sip from the glass,
The thunder echoing with the music,
Small sparks of the guitar thrown around.
Continuous wrapping of the wiper,
The horn still rings in my ears.
I switch off the inside light,
Taking another sip as I try to close my eyes.
He calls out to me tonight,
I see a reason to run with him,
The horn still deafening,
I look at the splatter outside, unflinching.
I let out a loud scream,
Filling my insides with the light outside,
I take the last sip,
Drops of lucidity creeping in.
A flash of nostalgia,
A sting of longing,
A moment of light,
Lucidity of Love.
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