Rain

When I gave you my number you said you would call. I've trained myself not to trip off of that type of thing because either way rain don't fall here any more.

So you said you liked me and that I peaked your curiosity, but you kissed the guy that kisses every guy. What does that make you? I wonder, what does that make me? It's ok because rain don't fall here anymore.

I gave you my heart and committed to you my soul. For the first time in a long time a drop of rain fell to the floor.

©Christopher f. Brown 2009