The Rain, The Flowers, and You...

The Rain, the Flowers,

and You...

I look out of the window,

And I look at the sky.

I am filled with memories,

As it is raining outside.

I remember the days,

And I remember the nights...

When you were close to me,

And all things would go right.

I try to remember more,

But it has already been over.

You are no longer the growing bud,

But now a withering flower...

• Spry the Shadow