This poem expresses the speaker's memories and grief over losing their wife. The speaker recalls happy times spent together watching the rain from inside their first home, where they found contentment. Now alone, the speaker continues the tradition of leaving flowers and watching the rain, though their eyes are dry, as they mourn the loss of their wife, love of their life, and best friend.
This poem expresses the speaker's memories and grief over losing their wife. The speaker recalls happy times spent together watching the rain from inside their first home, where they found contentment. Now alone, the speaker continues the tradition of leaving flowers and watching the rain, though their eyes are dry, as they mourn the loss of their wife, love of their life, and best friend.
This poem expresses the speaker's memories and grief over losing their wife. The speaker recalls happy times spent together watching the rain from inside their first home, where they found contentment. Now alone, the speaker continues the tradition of leaving flowers and watching the rain, though their eyes are dry, as they mourn the loss of their wife, love of their life, and best friend.
You had always loved the rain from inside Looking out on days with nothing to do Little compares to simply being able to hide And those were my favorite days with you So we went and bought our first house together And we never thought we would be so content By each others side through any type of weather Now its just me and my lonely lament But now its my turn to watch the skies cry And i always leave flowers when i can The clouds still leak though my eyes are now dry til death do us part, but still, Im your man Ill come back every day until my own end For my wife, my love, my life, and best friend