Tonight, the pitter patter of the rain sounds like thundering drums in my ears.
Footprints that lead me to you would be long gone by now, washed away with no traces left behind.
I loved you, rain. Why did you have to take my susnhine away?
I used to embrace rain like I embrace love. Softly, tenderly, afraid that they would fall apart if I hug them too tight.
They still did, in the end. Was the hug too loose, after all?
This would've been better if there was no love lost to begin with.
But this, unfortunately, is a case of a lovelorn mourning over a lost love.
(Sunshine, will you please come back?)
—From me, who has to stop myself from drowning
