I watch out my window as the rain falls.
Listening to the winds wailing calls.
I sit and stare but there's nothing to see,
My eyes are blocked by a door with no key.
More rain trickles down the glass
And yet another car goes past.
While I sit here and wait for him,
To walk in cold but warm within.
The ringing phone gave me relief.
But the message brought me only grief.
Tears cold and wet just like the rain.
His car had crashed on Cherri lane.
I cry my eyes out in my sorrow
With no ones shoulder for me to borrow.
Since that day I've hated rain.
It always brings me hurt and pain.
He never came, he never will.
But I sit here and wait for him still.
Staring blankly out the window in my home
Sitting. Staring. All Alone.