Rain, rain...

I'm standing outside your window

In the rain

Or maybe that's just me

And maybe there is no ice water running down my hair

And maybe I am not standing in a puddle

And maybe that is not your shadow

Gliding softly

Through the warm, dry, dimly lit

Room of your own

Maybe it is in my damp head that you half look at the window

As though you feel me there

Or near

But you can't see me through the rain

Streetlights playing disco ball across your window pane

And you see nothing

But feel like part of you

Is out

And in

That rain

Or maybe

That's just me