it's raining again, for what i care
the drops softly hitting the wet
glass pane in front of me

in front of me a blurry glare
a first glance, it reminds me
it resembled somehow your
features, the soft shapes i recall
occasional and without effort

but

it's just a reflection of mine
getting repetitive over time
still, i'm too thankful to refuse

but too dubious to make it
come true, uncertain
yet-- somehow--

it's raining again, for what i care