When it rains I think you of
My sorrow is no longer blue
Sadness is nonexistent
My heart is at ease
When it rains I think of us dancing
The memories fly
I think of you all the time
My blood starts to flow again
When it rains sometimes I miss the autumn skies
A canvas of orange and red
Cascading to violet and noir
When it rains and touches my skin
The droplets spread
To form you within
My soul is revived
When it rains my mind races
Infatuation is something childish
My love for you
Is pure and delicate
