The rain is so serene,
it reminds me of how
light your hands are
when it brushes my cheeks,
how soft you palm are
when I pretend to
fortune tell-
that's the only way
I can hold your hands,
how sincere your looks are
when I open up to you.

The rain is so light,
it reminds me of how it felt
when I let you go,
of how I cried without tears,
of how you left without goodbyes.

The sun is hiding.
You are gone.

My sun is gone and
I don't know how long
I can last without your warmth.