The sky is crying for you,
striking the land hard,
pushing the omber hard,
letting it hit the shore,
again and again.

The sky is crying for me,
raindrops on the girl's shoulder,
soft but sad,
rain hits her tears,
cold and warm,
why is that pretty girl doing in the rain?
letting the warm liquid running down her cheek,
but at the same time,
letting the rain wash it away,
again and again