In the shadow of a heavy rain,
I sit alone with my thoughts and pain,
An empty chair where you used to be,
And a slow heartbeat keeps on haunting me.
Distant thunder rolls across the sky,
It's a weary tune that makes me cry,
With every drop, I hear your name,
In this empty space, nothing feels the same.
The whiskey bottle's whispering low,
Telling tales of love we used to know,
But every sip just brings a tear,
To my crying soul, lost without you near.
The night drags on like a heavy chain,
Each echo of thunder fuels the strain,
I reach for you in the shadows dim,
But the silence answers, just an empty hymn.
I drown my sorrow in this glass,
Chasing memories that couldn't last,
With every gulp, I feel your ghost,
In the dark, it's you I miss the most.
So I raise this bottle, let it clink,
To the dreams we had, now gone in a blink,
Through the heavy rain, I’ll find my way,
Even in sorrow, I’ll face another day.
When morning breaks and the storms subside,
I'll carry these blues, but not with pride,
For in the ache, sweet love remains,
A bittersweet echo in the falling rain.
Blues
Whiskey bottle, Heavy rain, Empty chair, Slow heartbeat, Distant thunder, Weary tune, Crying soul