There is mournful sound
in the November rain.
Haunting rain.

Tap, tap, tapping
on the darkened pane,
Window pane

Cold winds blowing
with an icy breath,
With a wailing voice
that whispers death.
What gives such sadness
to this rain?
November Rain.

Lovers wail
inside this rain
It cries like a soul
in human pain.
Souls in pain.

Its Frozen wetness
chills the flowers heads
Ice cold upon
their summer beauty
now lay dead.
such beauty fades in frozen vain
In the cruel November rain

Stirring  brown leaves
now blown and fled
Weeping on  gravestones
where more than
leaves lie dead.

Do they haunt
our memories once again
In the relentless wailing
November rain?
Haunting rain.