Each time it rained...

When we broke up,it rained.
when we decided to try and make up,it rained.
when we hooked up again,it rained.
what is it with the rain and us???

each time it came it weeped with me,
each time it had a different story to tell,
sometimes gloom,sometimes glee,
each time in a different way it fell.

the first time,it was a storm,
which came and broke us apart,
the second time,it changed its form,
and took us back to the start.

the next time it poured down to mend,
to bring us back together,
and i thought i could depend,
on it to bond us forever.

but once again,this rain came down,
this time wierdly in mid-october,
brought with it for me a frown,
and a pinching truth to discover.

it came down unseasonally,betraying the forecast,
it surprised everyone and they wondered why,
but my pulse was weak and my heart beat fast,
because i had already said my goodbye.

i thought id never have to weep with it anymore,
but thank it for all its done,
but there it came,pitter-patter-pour,
at my cost to have some more fun.

each time it rained,it rained a certain way,
each time it left a stain,
i wonder what will happen that day,
the day when it rains again.