On a rusty old tin roof
the rain comes falling down.
Bringing along with it, proof,
as it quickly wets the ground.

Washing away the footprints
of your very last goodbye,
but my mind still holds the imprints
of times shared between you and I.

The sky mimics my emotions,
with every drop of pouring rain,
as if my heart were cracked open,
overflowing with sadness and pain.