And the rain swept in a little fast for her liking but there was no helping it was there
And nobody picked up the phone when she called but that was just like them all anyway
And the rain faltered a little quivered a little suspicious like there’s something to hide
And 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 slide
And the things that always came with their tremblings came again when she stepped outside
And nobody picks up their phones these days and she hates the texts and the typing away
And 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 sure
But then again there’s a little part of her that knows not moving won’t solve anything either
But who can be certain of anything these days it’s all looping and tangled and grey
But 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 inside
And maybe then the tumult will subside
