Does it Rain at Night?

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Does it always have to rain at night,
When I drink of my own tire,
Shallow breathing obliviously,
Eyes close lying steadily,
Vulnerable as a petal can be?

Does it always have to rain at night,
When mosquitoes start biting,
Icy air blanketing,
Shadows float around freely,
Probably laughing beside me?

It seems that skies celebrate a sacrament,
Boxing me out for the fun of it,
In moments of my rehearsing death.

But to hell with all the storms,
I deter to get offended.

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Author: Danica Aquino

Tied the knot with performing arts since fourth grade; is an amateur writer (currently on her quest to writing her first novel); book and animal lover; always entranced by nature.

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