Rain splatters down the sky,
Like the hooves of a savage hord,
And I sit by my window,
Picturing you, during a summer storm.

You were ecastacy,
You were a promise,
Of maddening fantasies and silly stories,
Too foolish in a ever so serious world.

You were disdain,
You were wrath,
Of a feeble yet willfully maddened mind,
Too outrageous in ever so sane world.

You were what you were,
Just another woman in a world full of them,
You were what I made...