The face I used to know

Leaning burning cheeks against the window glass,
Watching heavy raindrops falling on the ground,
I`m peering in darkness to see a disappearing face
And forcing ears to hear familiar sounds.

Rain will never wash away the face I used to know
But it will hide the tears I`ve cried in full,
The silence was my friend that now became a foe,
I`ve broken all what`s left ignoring rules.

Why rain can`t erase the face I used to know?               
Why wind can`t blow out all what`s left?
It can`t be even covered over with snow,
It`s always written on the road, dry or wet…

I`m lifting up my eyes at ragged clouds,
I open the window catching heavy raindrops,
Rain cannot hide its face under the raucous sounds
`Cause only in its face that precious moment stops…

I love the thunderstorm, its scaring power,
I love the rainbow coming after rain,
Delicious odor in the air from awaking flowers,
It stops the time and soothes heartbreak pain.

After all the sky will paint the face I used to know
And every stroke of paintbrush will double teardrops,
The shadow`s haunting me wherever I may go
To see that face where only precious moment stops…