As old as the rain....

From this warm and lightened room, I can hear the rain that pours outside;
It sounds like a magic melody, that hypnotize me- what a familiar sound!
The book in my hands- the perfect story.
His portrait on the wall- the perfect image!
And I...I am just a woman, who waits for him every day and every night...
But there is only the RAIN and I... he comes not...
The wind frighten my hopes... but the light of the candles keep on saying that there is still hope!
There is never too late, never too far...
There is just YOU and I, as long as the rain pours out of the sky....