When it rains I think about you,
Waiting on the sidewalk with a yellow umbrella,
With one hand stretched out in the open,
Creating tiny lakes with your cupped hand,

When it rains I think about you,
Looking outside from a bus singing A cappella,
Watching puddles form in a night so sudden,
So fitting of life after the day’s last stand,

When it rains there’s a puddle around my bed,
And a chill from where once there were shoes,
Under makeshift borrows where I poured my heart out,
To leave a lasting impression without opening my mouth,

When it rains…  oh darling, when it rains.