My head is clouded with questions; I try to ask her why,
But I get nothing but vile crackling, the heavens great reply.
Slowly I leave the scene with my umbrella and my dismay.
Loosing colour around me, fading black and grey.
The climate starts to try me, my spine starts to quiver.
My mind relives the days, and nights, the time that I spent with her.
Sweet moments of happiness, the passion and the care.
Nothing now but the thunderstorm, and the pain I have to bear.