I love the madness of the rain,

And the wind along, performing the pain.

Like dancing on top of a sword,

When I sing my heart in painful chords.

I love the sound the rain makes,

It relates to the noisy crowd within me.

The cloudy crowd deep in my heart,

Wind brings beautiful colors painfully to my art.

I love the mad wind blowing my hair,

Because although he's not here,

Maybe the air he exhaled was the wind.

Maybe the person I seek, the wind finds.

Maybe one day I’ll be the wind,

Writing in the sky,

Stars aligning,

I’ll find a way, somewhere, someday,

To rain on someone I wished to stay with.

I love the madness of the rain,

It reminds me of his presence in this plain.