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On a rainy night, when the world is hushed,
And the only sound is the rain's soft rush,
There's a feeling that creeps into your bones,
And a fear that chills you to the very stone.
The pitter-patter of the rain on the roof,
Is a sound that seems to be aloof,
As if it's trying to hide a deeper truth,
And a darkness that's beyond reproof.
With each drop that falls from the sky,
A shiver runs down your spine, oh my,
For in the darkness there lurks a fear,
That something's watching, something's near.
The rain's cold touch, it seems to taunt,
And the night, it becomes a hunt,
For something that's out there in the dark,
With eyes that glow like a vicious shark.
You try to ignore the sound of the rain,
But it's there, a constant refrain,
A reminder of the terror that awaits,
As you pray that the morning light comes before it's too late.
On a rainy night, when the world is still,
And the only sound is the rain's shrill,
You can feel the presence of the unknown,
And you know you're never really alone.
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