All night it rained. Saturday morning came, but alarm goes off. Still, I dozed off.
Let the lightning hit your heart, burning the memories of warm nights.
Hide me near the forest edge, where I fear the sound of the wolves.
Dark clouds, where have you been?
Oh dear clouds, why did you cry?
Roar! Deathly streak of hot cannonball, launched from the heavens.
You may never knew what warmth would mean. When you had never shivered in a freezing moment.