The rain drops was brushing against the wind whispering and singing the lullaby that sleeping in the clouds.. the gentle heart that I call my own is screaming to be held, begging to be loved and dying to be saved, I started walking outside just before the storm hit, I sat down on the empty road, washing the same t-shirt with my tears I had on the night before.. the street light flashing a few times as my teary-eyes look up there you were sitting with your hands covering your face..I reach out my hand to lift you up.. you pulled me down told me to sit, we started talking as the storm hit. we started laughing we started smiling , The heavy drops became lighter, you held out your hand . We both got up with no more pain…

then I took a chance before we go our separate ways for the last kiss in the rain ..