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"On A Rainy Night"
Someone must get hurt...and it won't be me...
I was standing in the pouring rain,
drenched in drops of dew.
They tasted of honey and chardonnay,
sparkling as only rain can do.
I watched from outside your window
as you lit the candle lights
preparing for a night of passion.
you had the mood set just right.
I let out a silent sigh
how predictable you are.
I looked up to the sky,
not a single star.
It was like a sauna where I stood,
steam flowed from the blacktop,
It was the perfect night for murder,
like death, the rain won't stop.
Humidity thick in the air,
darkness surrounding me like a cloak,
as I walked up to your doorstep,
with a fire ready to stoke.
I rang the doorbell once, twice,
and patiently I waited,
a hooded figure with a knife behind my back,
for my anger to be sated.
© 2011 Nikki Wicked