Waiting for you, Is like Waiting for the Rain

Waiting for you,
is like waiting for the rain.
my poor heart has never,
felt such searing pain.

the rain will not come,
and neither will you.
just once would you say,
that you love me too?

but, just like the rain,
true love is rare.
i know you won't ever,
say that you care.

true love is like rain in the desert,
rare and divine.
and just like the desert and rain,
true love i won't find.

my heart is like a drought,
quenching your love.
my face is turned up wards,
waiting for an explosion above.

my heart like a desert,
will stay parched and so dry.
i'm still waiting on the rain,
and with it, i'll cry.