Hail stones

Something I did, not quite finished as wenchy would say

I look up into the sky,

The black scattered with stars. 

Clouds and planets,

Venus and Mars.

Clouds burst,

We will watch the rain pour,

As we stand getting soaked,

Hail stones roll off our coats,

Around our feet,

Forms a moat.

We came to hide here,

The trees feel so safe,

No more running,

We don't need to be brave,

Feel the rain fall together,

Scratches from the hail,

My hand in yours forever.

The End

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