Rain

Standing outside your house,
while you're kissing someone else,
I watch the rain
and think of the time you said
that love could blow the clouds away.
I agreed and stood up
casually, accomplished now
at hiding my feelings.
Behind the curtains you're reaching
for climes I've only imagined,
but I'd rather turn away 
and watch the rain
even though I'm no longer 
sure if it's beating
in the gutters or in my heart.
How different things would have been
if we hadn't been friends first.
Then I wouldn't 
Have had to tell you
that  my days get grey too,
or that, if you'd only ask,
I'd lasso the sun for both of us.
Scott McFarlane