Whistling of winds,
Flashes of Lighting
and Deafening Thunderclaps
It's cold and frightening
But still,
I'll come to you running
I don't mind getting caught by the downpour
I don't mind getting soaked by the rain
I don't mind getting slapped by the strong winds
As long as I can see your face once again
If there's a chance I can see you once more