Isn't it strange and weird all at once,
how drops of water change its form?
From shower to rain to the drops,
it's all so different even after it stops?
The dewy first light, love's tender hold,
the final downpour, love's tale turned cold,
echoes of clouds, where love may hide,
when love departs, leaves hearts untied.
It starts afresh and leaves you bare,
but the drops of rain have no story there,
the thunder growls in the clouds to hide,
what is it that the drops promised to help you find?
And when the rain no longer stays,
do you reminisce the nights you laid,
Alone, forgotten, broken and bare,
where is your lover's love that left you there?
The drops of rain they come and go,
the kiss of love, you will never know,
and as water's taste begins to change,
love's fire extinguished, feels so strange.
