6I should be sleeping, but instead I'm listening to the heavy raindrops on my window, thrown down from a black sky to be illuminated in the glow of the streetlamps.
Once I would have drawn my curtains and turned away.
But not now. Now I sit and long for rainy nights, because they remind me of you.
Each drop is like a needle, piercing my heart, and i sit, and regret, and hope, and dream.
And though i know that they are unforgivable regrets, and illusive hopes, and imaginary dreams, still I sit here, and watch the raindrops fall.
And as the rain falls, so do the tears.
I can hear a roll of thunder in the distance, and I'm watching the lightning strike the horizon.
Bright blue against the midnight sky, and the flash is there for a split second before it vanishes forever.
I often watch the storms and think of you.
I'm no longer a part of your life, but i wonder if you still remember me. Sometimes I wish you could see me, if only for you to know how much I miss you.
I can't have you, but i can have my memories. And my dreams.
And now i sit and long for rainy nights,
Because they remind me of you.