Cloudy skies in places,
A rain full of faces.
Coming down, coming down,
Soon to hit the ground.
I gaze upon the clouds,
The grey sky, rain\'s sole shroud.
Knowledge of their falling,
I hear their calling.
The rain shall fall, and I
Struggle to see them all.
I only hear the sound,
Till they hit the ground.
And on the ground, I\'ll see
Remnants of the fallen.
If only I\'d caught them,
Before they hit ground.
And on the ground, I\'ll mourn
The puddles in the streets,
Mem\'ry of the rain I loved,
Hitting the ground, relieved.