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It rained the whole of last night, dearest. The banyan tree beyond my window swished and swayed in the storm. How bleak the wet luminance of my wait! No streetlamp blinked on the riddle of your returning trail over the desolate stretches of the night. My eyes stood sentinel, the whole night, dearest, for the faraway flicker of your torch hurrying home... Only fireflies wheeled lost and hopeless in the gale. And there was lightning too, dearest— white stallions carting the chariot of faceless shadows down the valley of my gloom.  My-heart-leapt-at-each-thunderclap... Did I hear, muffled in its rumble, your fumble at the gate, knock at the door?
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Rainy Night
It rained the whole of last night, dearest. The banyan tree beyond my window swished and swayed in the storm. How bleak the wet luminance of my wait! No streetlamp blinked on the riddle of your returning trail over the desolate stretches of the night. My eyes stood sentinel, the whole night, dearest, for the faraway flicker of your torch hurrying home... Only fireflies wheeled lost and hopeless in the gale. And there was lightning too, dearest— white stallions carting the chariot of faceless shadows down the valley of my gloom.  My-heart-leapt-at-each-thunderclap... Did I hear, muffled in its rumble, your fumble at the gate, knock at the door?
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
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