I never blamed it on the rain that day,
my sorrow never grew from hail or clouds,
I dwelled in shadows when you brought the light,
You brought me laughter, brightened twilight
cleared my darkness, turning night to day.
You painted pinkness on my darkest clouds.
I cannot blame this weather, not the clouds.
It’s the silence after that has killed the lights
Your shroud of leaving blackens night and day.
One day you’ll part my clouds, bring lights again.