Not just the Rain

Who could be the rain who could help it?
The drizzling drops that are the pieces of a shattered heart
fall to the ground, hurting, for the owner of the heart is the only
one who hears it shatter.
The rain is not salty; each drop is an I love yous left unsaid as the tears
slowly caress her cheeks as she watches him walk away.
The wistful glances outside of a window
waiting, watching, as the rain pours down from
the heavens wondering if he ll come home.
The rain, soaking a pillowcase, wrinkling a paper after
the phone is hung up, the line disconnected
wishing she had said more, but said less is somewhat
Of an understatement as the rain continues to pour from outside, but
its not just the rain.

i made a poem that is very similar to this already, but i felt it wasnt as well as i couldve made it, so i revised :)