Rain

Watching the rain fall on a dark night, knowing I'll never see your beautiful face again. It won't be the same, but it'll be okay. Oh, it'll be okay; I keep saying that to myself.

But that's just it, I don't want to accept it.
I don't like this change, I don't like it at all. 

I just want to keep seeing your face every day and every night. And, if the rain falls, have you by my side for the rest of my life. 

Please, don't leave.

I begged you to stay. Don't leave...

But you did.

And it's been raining ever since.

Time has passed. And as I watch and feel the rain fall, every night seems lighter and I know I'll never see your face again. It won't be the same, but it'll be okay.

It has to be okay.

Because, even though you left, the rain didn't.

And rain makes everything better.