It rains softly tonight

As I stare out my window

The tiny droplets streaking across the pane

I often wonder why the skies cry tonight

Perhaps in mourning of its Dark Mistress

Perhaps she'll peek betwixt her cloak

Of cloud, and mist, and storm

To stroll across this rainy night

With her celestial maids in tow

She and her lover has retired this evening

The latter looking for the former

Cause he gives his life each day

So she doesn't fall away

Something seems to have broken tonight

It just doesn't seem quite right

It hardly rains softly at all

Yesterday and Tomorrow were no different

But the world awaits, breath abated

As we wonder where the fated have gone missing.