The sky turns grey with soft refrain,
A whisper hums across the lane,
Each drop recalls a silent pain,
The closeness lost we can't regain.

The wind that shakes the windowpane
Still speaks your name in low refrain,
Though far we drift, we still remain
Two hearts that beat through shifting rain.

The puddles bloom on streets mundane,
But mirror times we can't explain
Of laughter shared without a chain,
Now only echoed in the rain.

The storm may rage, the clouds may strain,
Yet bonds once true do not disdain.
Though distance draws its measured chain,
The rain still brings you back again.