Streetlights flicker like a beat
Reflections shimmer at my feet
Walking slow, no place to go
But the night moves like a radio
I hum the sound of neon blues
Each puddle sings a note of you
There’s a rhythm in the rain
Falling soft, not quite the same
Every drop becomes a phrase
Painting silence in new ways
Even alone, I feel the sway
Of a beat I can’t push away
Cab lights bounce across the walls
Distant voices down the halls
I take my seat, I tap my hand
To a song we used to understand
It plays beneath the quiet sky
The rain still knows your lullaby
There’s a rhythm in the rain
Soft percussion through the pane
Every beat becomes a frame
Of the night that holds your name
And if the storm won’t let me sleep
Then let me dance instead
With every drop that finds the street
I’ll move where memories tread
You left the song, but not the groove
It’s still here — it still moves
There’s a rhythm in the rain
Keeps me swaying through the ache
Even when you fade again
This beat is mine to take
So I’ll echo where you’ve been
On this night, in this rain