Goodnight, love

Rain

Raindrops fell,
Hitting the ground,
Fading away,
As her life did.

It formed puddles,
As her life formed a puddle of sorrows,
The rain dirtied the streets,
As she dirtied the lives of whom she  loved.

She stained the white,
Of their hearts,
As the rain,
Dirtied the gray asphalt.

Street cleaners in dry hoods,
Cleared the streets with brooms,
Trying to dry the asphalt,
With all the might they could muster.

Like he did,
He told her that she wasn't harm,
That she wasn't danger,
Then stained stained him.

Street cleaners thought,
That maybe they could dry the streets up,
But they only spread water,
With the brooms they hold.

She was never really cleaned by him,
She only pretended that he did,
For him to be happy,
But you weren't.

Like the rain,
I was always being stepped on,
Walked on,
Forgotten.

No matter how loud her cries would sound,
No matter how hard they bang trough the window,
No one really cared,
For she's only mere rain.

But he did,
And she lost him,
She thought he was a lie,
That he would leave her too.

He loved her till his final breath ,
Loved her till there were no more tears,
To fill pails with,
No more hopes to spill.

He was the sun to all her puddles,
He was her solution,
He was hers,
And she lost him.

Her thunderous clouds made him leave,
Made him turn his back,
Made him hide away all his love,
But he loved her nonetheless.

He dried all her other sorrows,
Without her noticing,
For he worked behind her,
Drying the rain in the cities she'd passed trough.

He never forgot her,
Even when centuries passed,
And the street sweeper held her final breath,
They never really lost hope.

For they were one,
The sun and the clouds,
They share one sky,
And see the same future.

He made rainbows out of her aftermath,
He made her smile,
Because they are eternal,
They will be forever.