A Cottage Thunderstorm Poem by Ghost Legend

I met a girl,
And she was fine,
Dancing in candlelight.
It changed my world
When she declined
The jewels in my eyes.

Another twirl,
Another guy gets up in line.
Her skirt unfurls
As the night deepens our sky.

Outside, it's raining;
I feel it coming on.
This humidity's suffocating—
I won't last long.

Why do thunderstorms
Have to ruin all?
The dew begins to burn
My lucid hands as I call.

This is the right number
To take me past this
To my home.
It doesn't matter what occurred—
None of it can be solved.

I last saw that girl
With a guy dancing behind,
And another one in front of her thighs.
It appears that they'll share love for one lonely night.
Outside, the sky seems so bright,
So peaceful, and so alive.