The day when the rain finally pouring down.

Rain rain rain pour down like tears. Wash wash wash away our fears.

***

As the rain goes down, there’s a distinct feeling busting hard in my chest. The feeling I remember from that night. Now that it passed, can only be defined as regret.

Could it be the same feeling you think about at the very moment?

***

Sting and those feelings that still sting. Will you be there and hear me sing?