I hear he pitter-patter on my window pane
Are you calling me to you?
So I go and dance in the puddles alone
But I just end up feeling wet and cold
I taste the rain on my salty face
And I hear the thunder in my empty head
The breeze picks me up and carries me to you
I bury my head in your chest
So that I can hide from your view
Where's a poetic phrase when you need one?
All that slips though my lips is... I miss you
