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Based on the two songs (and lyrics) called Kiss the Rain. One by Billie Myers (but there are many others that sing it) and Outfield.
Kiss the Rain
I’m standing here. Standing in the pouring rain with thunderclouds looming over my head. Water is dripping down my nose and onto trainers that are soaked through. And I’m staring. Staring at you. Watching you run into your house with hands over your head, a man following as you both laugh happily. He’s your boyfriend. Your love. And I’m not anymore. I haven’t been for a year. But I’m back home now and you don’t know how hard this is to cope with.
We used to dance in the rain. You loved it. Every time the clouds opened up and threw bucketfuls of tear drops you would squeal in delight and drag me out into the street. Your face is always the most beautiful when you have trickling rivers running down your skin. Your smile the brightest. Eyes shining. It was always romantic to you. Having a man pull you close, spinning you around in a twirl of fantasy to a tune of the rain drumming down on the concrete. When we were done you’d always just stare up at the sight before retreating back inside. Just letting the water soak into the pores of skin, catching between eyelashes and then allowing it to slither pass your lips in a kiss. A blissful kiss. One from me of love and beauty from wherever I happened to be in the world.
I remember you saying that whenever you were lonely, you would look up, whether the atmosphere was dark, misty or a crystal blue. Because no matter where I was we still shared the same sky. Then you didn’t feel so lonely anymore. I thought it was beautiful the way you said that. Of course it was obvious that a writer like you, and such a wonderful one at that, would believe it. So I did too, because your way with words swept me up into a world of fascination that I haven’t lost since.
I stand here with a rose now. A single red rose. Your favourite. And I don’t know why I have it. I don’t even know why I’m waiting here for you to come out and dance with me. But I am. With tears trickling down my face mingling with the splashes of emotion, I’m waiting for you. Only you.
You used to kiss the rain for me. Now it’s for him. I know that.
But can’t you do it for me just once more?
Can you kiss the rain?
I still remember that phone call. My cry for help. But it was too late. Something was immediately wrong. I could tell by the tone of your voice as well as the muttering that didn’t belong to you on the other end of the line. And you lied to me. Pretended nobody was there when I knew all along what a lie it all was. I always knew. You could never lie to me. You still can’t.
I was crying that night before I called you. Because I could sense it was the end. Not because of my will but yours. I understood that the times apart were hard but it had never been a problem until that particular time. You lost hope. Let your faith in us vanish because you couldn’t be bothered with the difficulties anymore. And that hurt because I tried so hard. We tried so hard. And in the end it was all worth nothing to you. It was meaningless. But to me… to me it still means the world. It always will.
Every time I called you, I could feel the love you had for me slipping away until it was hardly there anymore. Almost non-existence. Whenever I said I missed you, the tone of your voice wasn’t satisfying enough for my ears. I knew you didn’t miss me as much as I missed you. The pain in your heart wasn’t the same anymore. You had found someone else. I should have known it all along. But I was oblivious. I was always oblivious to you. I just kept the image of you kissing the rain in my mind, felt the touch of your lips brush across my own and then everything would be just fine. I was satisfied. Yet that image is fading now and I need you back. I just need to have you dance with me one more time and kiss the rain.
Can’t you hear me? Can’t you hear me screaming your name? Begging you to just come outside. The rain’s calling your name too. It’s beckoning you because it knows that if you don’t come the rhythm will break my heart in two. It wants your kiss. Your love. Your beauty. It misses you just as much as I miss you. So just please come outside. Please come outside and kiss the rain.
I look up at your bedroom window and see shadows dancing on the walls. The rose drops from my grasp and the single thorn slices into my skin like the beat of the rain on the pavement that is starting to tear at my heart. I can’t get through to you. The rain has never been so cold before. The miracle I’ve been wishing for hasn’t come true. Oh I’d give my life just to see you come outside…to come and kiss the rain.
Now the droplets won’t stop falling and I can’t stop crying.
The rhythm keeps drumming.
Slowly unthreading our chained love.
Gradually washing away my dreams.
Staining my heart.
But my love for you stays.
Yet without you here I feel nothing.
So I try in vain.
But I can’t kiss the rain.
And the rhythm tears my heart in two.
Because I can’t kiss the rain without you.
Kiss the Rain
I’m standing here. Standing in the pouring rain with thunderclouds looming over my head. Water is dripping down my nose and onto trainers that are soaked through. And I’m staring. Staring at you. Watching you run into your house with hands over your head, a man following as you both laugh happily. He’s your boyfriend. Your love. And I’m not anymore. I haven’t been for a year. But I’m back home now and you don’t know how hard this is to cope with.
We used to dance in the rain. You loved it. Every time the clouds opened up and threw bucketfuls of tear drops you would squeal in delight and drag me out into the street. Your face is always the most beautiful when you have trickling rivers running down your skin. Your smile the brightest. Eyes shining. It was always romantic to you. Having a man pull you close, spinning you around in a twirl of fantasy to a tune of the rain drumming down on the concrete. When we were done you’d always just stare up at the sight before retreating back inside. Just letting the water soak into the pores of skin, catching between eyelashes and then allowing it to slither pass your lips in a kiss. A blissful kiss. One from me of love and beauty from wherever I happened to be in the world.
I remember you saying that whenever you were lonely, you would look up, whether the atmosphere was dark, misty or a crystal blue. Because no matter where I was we still shared the same sky. Then you didn’t feel so lonely anymore. I thought it was beautiful the way you said that. Of course it was obvious that a writer like you, and such a wonderful one at that, would believe it. So I did too, because your way with words swept me up into a world of fascination that I haven’t lost since.
I stand here with a rose now. A single red rose. Your favourite. And I don’t know why I have it. I don’t even know why I’m waiting here for you to come out and dance with me. But I am. With tears trickling down my face mingling with the splashes of emotion, I’m waiting for you. Only you.
You used to kiss the rain for me. Now it’s for him. I know that.
But can’t you do it for me just once more?
Can you kiss the rain?
I still remember that phone call. My cry for help. But it was too late. Something was immediately wrong. I could tell by the tone of your voice as well as the muttering that didn’t belong to you on the other end of the line. And you lied to me. Pretended nobody was there when I knew all along what a lie it all was. I always knew. You could never lie to me. You still can’t.
I was crying that night before I called you. Because I could sense it was the end. Not because of my will but yours. I understood that the times apart were hard but it had never been a problem until that particular time. You lost hope. Let your faith in us vanish because you couldn’t be bothered with the difficulties anymore. And that hurt because I tried so hard. We tried so hard. And in the end it was all worth nothing to you. It was meaningless. But to me… to me it still means the world. It always will.
Every time I called you, I could feel the love you had for me slipping away until it was hardly there anymore. Almost non-existence. Whenever I said I missed you, the tone of your voice wasn’t satisfying enough for my ears. I knew you didn’t miss me as much as I missed you. The pain in your heart wasn’t the same anymore. You had found someone else. I should have known it all along. But I was oblivious. I was always oblivious to you. I just kept the image of you kissing the rain in my mind, felt the touch of your lips brush across my own and then everything would be just fine. I was satisfied. Yet that image is fading now and I need you back. I just need to have you dance with me one more time and kiss the rain.
Can’t you hear me? Can’t you hear me screaming your name? Begging you to just come outside. The rain’s calling your name too. It’s beckoning you because it knows that if you don’t come the rhythm will break my heart in two. It wants your kiss. Your love. Your beauty. It misses you just as much as I miss you. So just please come outside. Please come outside and kiss the rain.
I look up at your bedroom window and see shadows dancing on the walls. The rose drops from my grasp and the single thorn slices into my skin like the beat of the rain on the pavement that is starting to tear at my heart. I can’t get through to you. The rain has never been so cold before. The miracle I’ve been wishing for hasn’t come true. Oh I’d give my life just to see you come outside…to come and kiss the rain.
Now the droplets won’t stop falling and I can’t stop crying.
The rhythm keeps drumming.
Slowly unthreading our chained love.
Gradually washing away my dreams.
Staining my heart.
But my love for you stays.
Yet without you here I feel nothing.
So I try in vain.
But I can’t kiss the rain.
And the rhythm tears my heart in two.
Because I can’t kiss the rain without you.