• The rain makes a melancholy sound as it hits your window.
    Weaving a song of it's travels of sorrow.
    The music is entrancing.
    You're suddenly under a spell you can't break,
    twirling and gliding to the sorrowful tune.
    Wet warm tears stream down your face,
    You're lost in a web of emotions,
    that come from the rain's sweet melody.
    You sing softly, the words uniting with the instrumental,
    made by drops of rain.
    The eerie duet of yourself and the tears of the sky,
    haunts the halls, and every room.
    Echoing the now entwined sounds.