*my rain*

Tonight the rain stopped.
It got dark and there was no one to come
home to. No one to run to, no one to smile at.
Tonight the moments stopped; confusion started.

The rain was my steadfast, my piece of stability
in this world of movement,
holding onto him was my way of living, my way
of life.

Tonight the rain's not here,
not next to me, holding me,
not moving through me,
I miss his touch, it's been gone way too long.
The silence I thought I needed is scaring me,
I'm getting lost in its vast expanse.

come back to me, you rain. Please rain.
You have always been my rain,
drop by drop by drop...