The Rain Never Forgets

In the wee hours of the morning on that faithful day in November
the clouds break down in tears to honor a soul's surrender
through the darkness and the silence it mourns a memory
one that reads good enough to make a beautifully written obituary
she looks up at the sky, as her gaze follows the first drop that hits the ground
wetting a tiny space there, just like the tear that reaches her frown
November remembers and so does she
November's never been what it's supposed to be
As the rain makes it's annual appearance in a month so odd and strange
She sits lonely in a corner, trying hard, her memories, to arrange
The rain washes away the dirt and the grime,
leaving mother nature's fragrance to wake the slumbered town
She watches the world wake to a normal day
but for her this day in November, will forever hold her down
The rain never forgets, and neither will she.
That faithful, rainy day of November, will always be.