Stormy Nights

Rain taps at my door asking to come in
The wind howls its cries to a lost love
Thunder rumbles and lightning darts
through the sky, a flash bulb in the dark
I listen, and feel, and smell the petrichor
never as happy as the nights when it storms

✨Deferential Devil✨

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