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.
For she was there to sing the song of our hearts; to cast away all my fears of the sudden rain and lightnings
Midday sun blossoms in tantalizing hues, hear its forsaken voices of age-old tunes.
Clouds are heavy, leaves are teary, and the ground is flooded.
Sailing through the menacing waves where sea ghosts dine in sailor's souls.
For I learnt to love the storm, its deafening voices became my song.