From the comfortable chair that I sit
Watching the rain as it falls
Do I realize just how the brilliantly dreary sky
Meets the moments in my life
With such abandon that they kiss
The memories of lovers past
Quarrels of the forgotten
Have marked my soul broken

Yet the tenderness of a simple kiss
Is enough to make the rain become sweet
As opposed to the bone chilling
Wind the rips through my coat
And forces a shiver from my form
I will not let my past define me.