I heard rumors
that you've been seen
lighting up the sky
with kisses,
setting fires in the rain.

Didn't know that oil
and water could mix
but you've been seen
closing in,
setting fires with
the rain on your skin.

Did you think I wouldn't catch on?
Did you think my ears were deaf?

I heard the rumors
of every hour you spent
sizzling through
the rain drops,
setting fires that
couldn't be put out.

I spoke a rumor of my own
as I packed up
my broken suitcase,
now I'm the one
setting fires in the rain.

Rumor has it
the swinging doors
still hang off their hinges.
Rain pours in
drowns out the last of the fire.