Rain, Rain, Go Away

The knocking sound on my window,

along with the cold breeze,
reminds me of today, two years ago,
when the ground filled with autumn leaves.

The brown, grayish color the green leaves had turn into,
and those empty benches on each side of the road,
none of them seemed to change as I pass on with holes on my shoe,
and holes in my heart too, if only they knew, but I didn't stop.

"Rain, rain, go away,"
is what I used to sing in my head every time the rain shows up,
though it sure won't be a better day,
if the rain stops but the snow starts to drop.