Water in the Rain

She is the water in the rain, when the storm begins to rage.
A chapter in a book, anticipating every page.
Some will say that this life is only a phase.
But the love we make only lasts for days.

She is like water in the rain, when the storm begins to fall.
When the lone wolf cries, does his pack hear his call?
Was he pushed away, or did he leave.
Did any one miss him, did any one grieve.

She is like water in the rain, when the storm grows still.
A small glimse of calmness from a little white pill.
The rain may stop but the clouds are still there.
Nothing in life can ever be fair.