And the rain swept in a little fast for her liking but there was no helping it was thereAnd nobody picked up the phone when she called but that was just like them all anywayAnd the rain faltered a little quivered a little suspicious like there’s something to hideAnd she told herself again the way she always did that it wasn’t her place to decide
And there was no way of knowing there was no way of telling there was no way of letting it slideAnd the things that always came with their tremblings came again when she stepped outsideAnd nobody picks up their phones these days and she hates the texts and the typing awayAnd she hoped with all she could hope with that when the rain stopped she might still be there
But fleeing can’t be the answer running can’t be the answer she thinks she is sureBut then again there’s a little part of her that knows not moving won’t solve anything eitherBut who can be certain of anything these days it’s all looping and tangled and greyBut that’s no place to live no place to remain no place to thrive no place to stay
And when the rain stops she’ll go back insideAnd maybe then the tumult will subside