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| It�s that kind of rain that you want to go outside and dance around in But you don�t You would, if you didn�t have to go down three flights of stairs, locking the door behind you and taking your ID card with you because it�s 11:10 at night and they closed the doors at least forty minutes ago It�s the kind of rain that is pouring so hard that if you stood in it for ten seconds you would be soaked The kind that you just ache to be able to open the door to walk outside into if it wasn�t thundering and lighting so close The lightning that flashes right overhead, so bright it lights up the entire sky as bright as day, but with a kind of purplish tint The thunder so loud when it crashes by that you jump and look around nervously even though you know that it�s too late; if there it was going to hurt you, the lighting would have done the job already before you could even hear the thunder But it�s so hard to tell if you�re dancing outside in the rain; are the short strands of your hair standing on end like they did once, two years ago? are you just being paranoid and denying yourself they glory of the storm? But if you were at home, the rain would have called you outside; you would dance in it, delighting in the black night sky and the rain falling so hard on every surface of your body Instead, you watch from the window on the third floor, Unable to get too close to the open window even, because then you couldn�t hear your music Disturbed, playing as loud as it can on your computer, in the background The hard rock fitting the glorious mood of the storm, but sadly unable reach the right volume You wish you were out there, dancing like mad Dru in the night, naming the stars all the same name If only� |