I used to claim "I love the Rain",
But that was when I had you.
It used to be an enjoyful thing,
The things you and I could do.

And now it's just a dreary pour,
Another day with cloudy skies,
Bleak and Pointless and icy cold,
As the memory of you dies.

No comfort here, in the rain.
No soul warming ray of light.
Just soggy clothes, we cigarettes,
Bad memories of every fight.

My own little world, of grey gloom.
Feelings of Numb, empty, and anger.
Knowing I could have handled it better,
That I didn't need to be so mean to her.

But it doesn't matter anymore, not now.
The past is the past, never again.
I'll have my brooding, silent smoke,
Til the sky clears, but till then,

I used to claim, "I love the Rain",
But I'm not so sure these days.
Nothing but hurt and memories,
Wishing we hadn't parted ways.