Rain Rain Rain - Matthew Ryan

While walking one day

I saw a wedding ring in a storm drain

A silver shiver caught in a stream of trash and rain

I didn’t stop, I barely paused

I recognised what and where it was

The metaphor was cheap but it wasn’t lost

You and me doing our best to deal

With the hands that we were dealt

Standing at the mirror looking for someone else

Rain, rain, rain

Rain, rain, rain