The rain plays a sad song,
Against my window-pane.
Every drop a sad reminder,
Of each time I caused you pain.
No warmth in painful memories,
Penetrating through my soul.
The storm seems to wash away,
Our love so dead and cold.
No more days of sunshine,
Since you walked out our door.
The thunder seeming to echo,
" I don't love you anymore."
Such a sad song ...
is the rain