The rain started falling, and we have no umbrella.
You lift your face to the sky and smile, laughing as the thunder rolls.
The lightning lights up your eyes, and my breath catches.
Your lips taste like petrichor.
Your arms feel like home.
We dance.
You lift your face to the sky and smile, laughing as the thunder rolls.
The lightning lights up your eyes, and my breath catches.
Your lips taste like petrichor.
Your arms feel like home.
We dance.
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