The rain came down, tapping the window as if to get our attention.

The lightning flashed to the beating of our hearts, in sync, in pulse. Faster and faster.

The clouds stirred above our heads, and the darkness comes to life.

But we don't turn, though the rain birthed a mote for us to witness.
We are not blinded, though the lightning flashes the vast sky.
And we can see, though the darkness is evergrowing.
Right into our eyes.

Absolutely nothing in this world could come between.