It was in the middle of April,
I was writing a new chapter
of the story between you and me,
of how we met and how our ship sail
It started with "We were just friends"
as I continue writing
I reminisced the moments
Ha! How I wish this never ends
Suddenly I heard a whooshing by the lane
I stopped writing and listened
I thought it was nothing
but it was surprisingly a pouring rain
It was in the middle of summer
How come there is rain?
Is it a sign?
or just a mere change of weather?
Thoughts of me and you
started filling my mind
My heart started beating fast
as if it's one with the rain too
I was brought back to the past
Everything was just perfect
Moments with you were never blue
How will I be able to finish writing about us?
I could think of all the times we had
Is it bad that I couldn't write it down?
because all I could think of was you
and it's driving me mad
This is just insane
Everything I thought of was gone
I couldn't even write my name
Just because of the midsummer rain