Rainy Sunday

How do you spend the

Sunday that just keeps on raining?

I suddenly found myself wanting to be in love;

But I wonder if it's only a foolish thought from loneliness;

Because love doesn't feel like something you can just decide just by saying it;

I stare at the window water running down the glass;

Cars pass slowly like they′ve got nowhere to go;

The world feels softer today but somehow heavier too;

And every quiet corner starts to sound like your name;

Maybe I just miss the feeling of being held;

Or someone asking how my day was for no reason at all;

It's strange how silence gets louder when it rains like this;

And memories act like they don′t exist;

They never love;

So I tell myself it's just a passing feeling;

Not every ache is meant to become a love story;

Maybe this is only weather moving through my heart;

Not a sign, not a fate;

Just rain and wandering thoughts, eyes, eyes, eyes;

I scroll through faces

I don't really know anymore;

I have hope and something will feel like;

It means more but nothing really lands;

Nothing really stays;

Just another Sunday slipping quietly away;

And still I wonder somewhere out there;

Someone is looking at the same grey sky;

Thinking about love in the same uncertain way;

On a Sunday that refuses to end;

Maybe it's just rain;

Or maybe it's me;

D-d-d-d-d-ding, d-d-d-d-t-t-t-t-ting;