It's raining; I can hear the drips as the cold rain pours swiftly down my window as I watch it fall. Its like as race; racing to win-to win to the bottom that’s how they race. Cold as ice the window is I touch it and close my eyes the feeling of looniness-the cold feeling that makes you feel so alone and scared; the type that nearly scares you to death. I can hear the wind howl as it blows strongly upon our house; it creeps with coldness in the darkness of the night. I can see the lightning strike- striking down to get me it comes. The thunder then crackles arguing with lightning they roar together upon this dark, dark night, this is what happens on a rainy night this is what happens as the rain falls.
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