The rain was thick that day in its own dreary way
Thunder rolled in deafening waves of lost sound
You looked for me as you danced under clouds
But I was not any longer seen, Lost inside my hell
All you wanted was to be noticed, and dance, yes
But I couldn't see you, for I no longer knew myself
And my vision, what left of it saw only other things
I never meant to make your eyes match the rain
Lies fell like drops across your sweet, undone face
And I cried to as you left, Though you didn't know it
For the last of the good things had caught herself a train
No more was there a day that I would ever dance the rain
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