As I stand on the street, rain starts to pour,
Each drop from the sky makes me yearn even more.
The water flows gently from my face to my chest,
And with every cold touch, my heart feels unrest.

The wind rushes past, giving shivers and chills,
Butterflies stir, and time seems to stand still.
A whisper, "I love you," softly drifts through the air,
But I turn, and no one is...