You left your book on the second shelf
Said you’d be back, but I fooled myself
Now the rain’s been tapping all night long
Like it’s trying to write where we went wrong
Your hoodie’s hangin’ where you used to sleep
I close the door but the memories creep
It’s not loud, but I still hear
That echo of you just being near
And I don’t text, I don’t call
But I replay it all
The way you smiled at nothing
Now I feel everything
It’s still raining, still feels slow
Like time forgot where it should go
Your coffee cup, your favorite seat
Still untouched, still haunting me
I’m not asking for a sign
But every storm feels like a line
From you, still remaining
While it’s still raining
I don’t pretend that I moved on
The quiet proves that something’s gone
And though you’re not in my arms tonight
You show up in the traffic lights
I don’t chase what won’t return
But some lessons I still learn
Like how goodbye can linger
In a jacket, or a finger
It’s still raining, still feels slow
Like time forgot where it should go
Your coffee cup, your favorite seat
Still untouched, still haunting me
I’m not asking for a sign
But every storm feels like a line
From you, still remaining
While it’s still raining
Maybe someday, skies will clear
But I’ll still hear you whisper near
In the quiet... still raining here