A girl with a broken life,
The sister, shattered along with her.
Somewhere along the road they were both hurt.
Somewhere, they went separate ways.

She used to remember the rain,
Sister beside her.
Quiet mornings spent together.
Starring out,
Into the never ending landscape.
Always together, always apart.

Thay saw in different ways.
Though they saw the same.
Interpretation can make or break a life.

So she sat back,
With her interpretation, Watching her sister break herself.

Days ended
Nights began
They both grew

Rain, thunder.
She wanted to watch the rain
But her sister was too far gone...

People move away...
People leave....
Everyone is meant to die....

One day she will be mourning

"Do you remember the rain, sister?"