The storm is moving overhead,
the rain, coming down,
I've got nine floors to go.

Racing past elevator doors,
across the lobby,
to the street below.

I've been waiting for you,
waiting for the storm,
I'm chasing the rain.

I may be a fool to have waited.
The storm is long past,
The opportunity gone.

The rain drumming,
pounding on my skull,
just a memory.