Downpour

Cursed his luck when feeling the first drop in that cold evening

All this while he couldn't wait to go back to dreaming

On that lonely bench under the street light

Crying was the reason to remain out of sight

Childhood was seen by him dancing her way down the street

What he considered misery what she considered a treat

With each drop, she relived thousands of memories

He was crying just a handful, she was dancing the seas

He lived her life, she melted his pain

He sits on that lonely bench whenever it rains