He's outside.

Standing in the rain.

Singing a dirge for every drop before they splash.

Saying a goodbye to each one.

Saying he'll remember them always.

To every drop of rain.

The one that he forgot.

The rain turned to snow.

Blizzard scratching cold against his face.

Not giving him peace.

Until he can call that one drop of rain.

The night has stolen it's name.