I sit and I listen to the sound of the rain on the window's glass.
I stare, in wonder, because it looks the same as me.
Rain falling from my eyes like the water from a tempest with a stretch of a thousand miles.
I sit and I listen to the sound of the rain and think of the grass.

We once sat in a field, as soft as a child's melody.
Our hearts beating as one, together.
The sound of your voice was poison in my veins.
Our heart was a ticking time bomb of ecstasy, jealousy.

When you loved me, it was like no other.
Our bodies moving like a dance we knew all to well.
Discovering new ways to make the dance our own.
I wish I'd known you were loving another.

I sit and I listen to the sound of the rain.
Its pounding becomes overwhelming in my mind.
My breath slows, my heart stops.
How many medicine drops was I supposed to take, to heal this heart break?
One too many, my vision blurs. I smile I slip away to where there is no pain.