It was 4 in the morning And I observed the sky's sweet warning Of rain and thunder Leaving behind my pain and wonders. As I stood on the balcony, Forgetting my agony. The cold breeze blew my hair, And it also touched my face so bare. The soft moonlight kissed my face, I wish it would've left a trace. The stars lit up the entire sky, Amazed at how sublime they seemed tho they were so high. Before I could notice, little raindrops were sprinkling, In the wind, the leaves were rustling. Thunderstorms may sound like a curse to others but to me, it blessed my ears. And it was anything but one of my fears. To me it's everything, tho to others It may seem like a disaster. The soft, slow raindrops then started falling faster, The little, gentle sounds of thunder turning harsh and loud. Turned gray, the beautiful clouds. This was much better than 3 am loud parties that were full of crowds