#100

No stars lingered high above,
It planned to rain on that beautiful
Tuesday night.
Cats and dogs I presume.
I sat cold and alone,
By the road side dinner,
Goose pimples I grew,
As I sipped on my coffee,
The trees around swayed,
As in a dance unknown.
The couples cuddled,
Others got into an entanglement,
Of the sun and the clouds.
Then slowly,  the sky cleared,
The rain makers had failed.
The moon smiled, and the stars shone,
Sparkling like a snow caped mountain.
Memories rekindled,
I guess the flame never died,
As I smiled with the moon.
A lovely night I presume.

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