The rain pours down like tears from Heaven today and
I can’t help but think of You.
It rained the day we said our final goodbye,
I remember thinking the rain was so appropriate,
For the sun surely couldn’t shine when I was so devastated and You were gone,
Except You’re not gone,
This I’ve learned through the years.
I feel You all the time,
I smell You,
I hear Your voice in songs on the radio,
and when it rains I know its