One call

It only takes one call.
Too pull me in and make me worry.
It was probably just a drunken accident.
She seems to making a lot of those anyway.
But then, when i woke up and looked outside.
The rain.
The rain that always affected her.
That always made her want me close.
The rain washed away the anger, and tempted my face to mimic the streams of water on my window.
Why did she have to call.
Why did it have to rain.
And the rain was so pure, there was no wind.
It just fell straight down, hard and fast.
And it still is. Hard and Fast.
Like her and I.
Hard and Fast.
And then...nothing