November Rain

Late fall - the trees are bare
Of leaves and birds as well;
The rain comes falling there
Upon the leaves that

I long to be released from this agony you have left me with
Your love haunts
The breaking of me shatters my very being
Still

The cold and chill of November rain,

precursor of snow to bury the land.

Prepare therefore, your heart, to endure

and hold

It is raining outside

I sit in the room

Looking at the raindrops

Just like watching my tears

Live a wandering life far

November rain descends
Cold, dark, depressing...
Leaves lay soggy on the grass
The sky looms gray and threatening

Memories of