The train of my thoughts

Unable to sleep, can't keep my eyes away from the pouring rain. I keep picturing us together in my mind, watching the lightnings strike the ground. Pure water falls over my face, feels like the last caress of solitude. It's the end of it all, It is indeed. But still I know, this rain won't wash either guilt or shame. The streets are flooded, and I still don't see you coming.