Summer rain
Rain. It was raining, that night.
I remember how we wispered our goodbyes, waiting for the train.
My baby was going away, and I was staying at home.
He was to be gone for two whole months.
I remember how we were dancing in the summer rain. We were always dancing. It was, like, our thing.
I can still hear him saying;
"Nothing will change, come dance with me baby in the summer rain"
I remember the rain on his skin. It was like silk. I rememer his hot kisses. I remember how we danced, and talked, an kissed, while waiting for that train.
We were dancing in the summer rain. I remember how we laughed till we almost cried.
I remember looking in his eyes.
Till this day I can hear the whistle, telling everyone to get on the train.
I can still feel his body against mine, while dancing.
I can still hear him singing;
"Ooh love is strange, come dance with me baby, in the summer rain"
I remember the rain pouring down my body, when he went on the train.
I can still se my baby waving from the train.
That was the last time I saw him. In the summer rain.
The same morning, the train was derailed. Everyone died, set one of the conductors. She was saved like by a miracle. My baby was not.
I still have dreams about him. Every night.
And somewhere in my heart I'm still dancing with my baby. In the summer rain.
Everytime I see the lightning and the thunder, everytime I close the window in the summer, I can feel him so close to me. I can feel him when the wind blows right through my heart.
I'm always dancing with my baby. In the summer rain.