I walk in the rain and cry with it. I rise with the sun and set with it. I bloom with the rose and fall with it.

We walked out, we counted on the rain to wash the pain away. We came in, the pain washed the rain away.

I am the broken sky, you are my rain.

Sometimes I think the sky understands how I feel. What else could rain mean.

How sad the rain must be. A lifetime spent falling.

You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You weep in the rain.