A drop of rain falls
A lonely girl calls
Times you lay awake
Smiling for your sake
The storm is now near
The weather ever clear
Alone you may wait
There is only fate
The night followed by light
Can't take all of this fright
Silence of the day
Nothing people say
Things are said and done
Nothing ends in fun
A drop of rain flies
A lonely girl cries
(A/n): Should I give up on this? Poetry is good. Mine isn't, but oh well.
