She disappeared as if the earth had swallowed her up; he hoped that a miracle would bring her back to him.
There is the same song repeating in every rain,
A sweet song, but enough to slice
The heart that cringed, sometimes tears, and lure laughter.
There is a story repeating, echoing in every rain,
A story too sweet to be forgotten,
But grievous to be remembered in such a way.
Then I know, there is a book that should be closed tightly.
Enjoy the rain,
While listening to the old song,
While keeping in mind the old story,
And letting the emotion float in the air.