The rain patters down in a haphazard dance
And as I walk down the street, I can’t help but glance
To the old museum, where we stopped late that night
Because the sky was clear, and the view was just right

We ran in the darkness, chasing around
And when we got tired, we sat on the ground
By the big double doors, countless paintings inside
But for now we stayed out, and looked to the skies

The heavens immense, the stars close to touch
I was so taken, that I had to clutch
My hand to my heart, as you smiled and said
Joys to constellations twinkling overhead

Then our parents called, and we returned on home
But even now, I see the museum’s dome
And think about time flowing from present to past
Just like rainwater rushing down roads so fast

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