What is it about the rain that dampens my mood?
And makes me long for the things that I never had.
When I'm cold and wet,
And fighting back the tears of the memories I never had.
The water soaks me until I feel as though I'm drowning,
Reaching out in desperation for those times together that we never had.
Standing alone in the cold and damp,
I can't help but think of the things I would have said to you if that chance I'd had.
Is this Gods' way of telling me,
That I should never have wasted all of those opportunities I had.
And will it be raining when I meet you in heaven?
