(To put into perspective, this was written in response to a poem centering around Rain and I being alike that someone very special in my life had written for me at the time.)
Walking out to a breeze unfelt before
I fall to my knees
Others walking past without a second glance
As I smell the memory of a first dance
Sadness overcomes me
Do they not see?
Alone in my own nostalgia
Did it ever rain at...
