THE SKIES WITH STORM CLOUDS, THE SUMMER DRIFTING AWAY, EVEN YOUR LOVE COULD NOT STAY. EARLY MORNING RAIN, BRINGS A GRAY DAY, BRINGS THOUGHTS OF YOU AND EVEN THE ROSES ARE CRYING TOO. RAINY DAY ROSES, SOON WILTING ON THE VINE, MY MEMORIES OF YOU – CONTINUE TO SPARKLE AND SHINE.
