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Storms

I miss the rain, the smell, the sound
The thunderstorms in the night
I remember the night it stormed so hard
It knocked the power out
So I stood outside on my front porch
And called you on the phone
We talked on and on for about an hour
Even when the power came on
Then you went to bed at 3 am
and I sat outside some more
I swear that night I heard your name
Inside the thunderstorm.

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