A Raining Song

The rain sings me a song.
Of past loves, and woes, and heartbreaks.
Of happiness and pain.
In an impeccable symphony of sounds beating on the roof.

Dripping down the window.
Orchestrated in away that seems only for me.
The wind howling in agony.
The trees whispering gossip.

The tears of joy are falling all around.
A whirlwind of pasts, presents, and futures of unknowns.
Shouting this story in my ear.
Sung only for me…