Sia - My Love (rain Version) -

They call this a storm,But to me, it is just the world finally matching my volume.I am holding onto these words like a lifeline,Letting the water wash over the sharp edges of my grief.

Write about a "Rain Collector," a person whose job it is to bottle these physical manifestations of love before they wash out to sea and are forgotten forever. Sia - My Love (rain version) Sia - My Love (rain version)

A woman stands with her forehead pressed against the cold glass. Her breath fogs the window. She is tracing invisible patterns on the pane. They call this a storm,But to me, it

The sky broke open today,Mirroring the flood you left inside my chest.You are the static in the thunder,The weight in the atmosphere. They call this a storm