Rain, Rain, Rain

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