Sometimes when the heavens pour,
The lightening cracks and storm does roar,
I love to stand out in the rain
And call to you, release my pain.
I feel the need to vent this rage;
A judge to sanity some may gauge?
Such morbid pastime they might say,
But it wasn’t them who stole away?
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