On rainy nights, I sit in my window seat,
Lost in pensive thoughts of that sleepless night,
I feel the cool respite that I seldom find on sunny days,
The pristine droplets wash away the debris of my broken heart.
On rainy nights, when I sit and think in the pattering rain of that pivotal night,
When my heart was in the eye of the raging storm,
When my city looked like a ghost town on moonless summer nights,
My love for him grows cold.
On one such rainy night,
I waited by the window,
As he pulled into the driveway,
I rushed out to hold him,
But then the wind blew and carried with it an unfamiliar perfume,
The lightning flashed in his eyes,
As he knew that I knew.
On such rainy nights,
The storm in my heart would blow out of control,
As I would often recall that fateful night,
And deep in my heart the thunder of agony would roll.