Sad Afternoon

There is a heavy rain out my window. It is not a pleasant one; no, not this time. This afternoon rain only reminds me of all the times before that I wrote about you while I watched the rain. Your face is plastered everywhere I look. It's on the walls It's on the ceiling as I lay down It's on my pillow It's on the floor It's on the back of my eyelids It's on the leaves, the trees, and every single drop of rain. All music is your voice All hands are your hands All signatures are your name