The rain calms me and brings me back to a simpler time,
when I was yours, and you were mine,
back when love was simple, love was kind,
and love poems didn't have to rhyme,
love was a yes or no question then,
maybe came later, with the lure of men,
the lure of sin,
the lights turned dim,
thoughts surrounded your head,
clouded your judgement in that bed,
but the rain brings me back to a time before,
where we'd sit just inside your door,
we didn't need anything more,
because as the rain fell and left the grass soaking wet,
there wasn't a bet,
I was yours and you were mine,
we watched the rain fall down in synchronized time,
so as I listen to the rain tonight,
I wonder, could we go back to those simpler times?