The sky darkens, clouds gather
The rain falls, consuming me in it
Drenched to the core
I can feel it dripping on my heart
Smudging the words you said to me
Making them almost completely illegible
Not that it matters, I have them memorized anyway
Like the love letter you wrote to me
Now only a page of blurred pencil marks
And as the rain pours on
It can’t wash away the memories
Like when we kissed in this very spot
Maybe under this very rain drop
That’s the beauty of the water cycle
It keeps going, a constant movement
My love for you is the water cycle
And then the highly anticipated first kiss in the rain
It was beautiful, cliche, a fairytale come true
But we stopped kissing and the rain stopped falling
And you stopped falling for me
Now I’m here with you though you are nowhere to be seen
I can almost feel your lips on mine again
But my prince has left and maybe I should too
You weren’t much into cliches anyway.