The weather reflected the mood,
Our tears fell from the sky,
Falling onto our cold, red cheeks,
There was no need to cry.
We let ourselves go,
As the rain drowned the ground,
Linked our sodden fingers,
And walked without a sound.
The grey clouds followed me home,
The rain stayed on my cheeks,
Staining forever, my paling skin
They’re still there after a week.
But the sun has come out now,
And the stains are nearly gone,
For I know, soon I’ll be able to hold you,
Because darling, you are the one.
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