Skyline splits
Breaks the cloud
Hound of breeze
And cold as freeze
Like someone stabs
With a knife

Cold like blood
Dripping like tear
Clouds are so insane
So faint in fear

Death of a cloud happens
On the way very best
Rest is Blessed with
The rain in the West

I always feel sentimental when it rains,
So, on sad days like this I leave the house without an umbrella.

With my headphones in,
listening to our favourite songs,
I walk past your old house.
Or the cheap restaurant we always went to.
Just so I can let my heart feel close to you again.
I must be so pathetic.

but when the rain stops
You will exist only as another memory.
So, I embrace the droplets on my skin,
Even if I do catch a cold.

On sad days like this I cannot help but wonder
if it’s raining where you are,
if you think of me.

So, until the next time it rains, we walk our own paths.