For Nette Onclaud's "Let's Soar With This" poetry contest
I'm drenched in your love like this storm we are caught in. Take my hand, Dear; let's run! In front of your fireplace we need to be . . . cuddling. Rain's pitter-patter will match the beat of our hearts.
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