Looking at my reflection in the moon,

Hearing the pitter patter of the rain,

Memories of a past love make me swoon

But my aching heart also fills with pain

And old maple shields me from the downpour

It speaks through the blank whispering branches.

The violent wind blows through with a roar

My mind body and soul go through clashes.

But when morning comes, my heart fills with pain

As I yearn for night and rain one more time

And the moon, my true love, gone with the rain

The sign of hope, gone, along with my rhyme

The truth will only unfold with the day

When the rain washes broken hearts away.