Passing puddle after puddle,
chasing girls I'd love to cuddle.
But nothing is my option as
I walk past the growing grass.

The sun is blocked, the clouds feel
mighty as the supporting pillar
mightlessly tries, aborting his fighting squeal.
The stranger, the stayer, the stronger and stiller.

I worry a lot, for unpassed moments,
pages unreached. She says it's my fault.
In our stars it was written.
Now I feel cold, I guess I am smitten.

It started raining, feelings, cropped,
come out all at once, it finally stopped.