Like rocks and hail on roofs
Did the thunderous rain fall
Like it had a point to prove
On what was once
A fine sunny morning
Turned gloomy, ugly one.
As the dark veil of a woman in mourning
Was the sky covered
Like there’d never be dawn…
And here I sat,
Like the stomping
Of thousand horses’ hooves.
Hoping and praying that you’d be coming
To hold me and all my pains you may soothe.
Just then without any warning
did the storm come to a-halting…
The same way it started this morning
Running down the stairs to answer the door
Almost certain it’s you who had come knocking.
My foot hit something right on the floor!
Alas! It’s a parcel with a note saying you are gone…
And down I went falling! falling!! falling!!!