Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day,
Bobby whispers low beneath neon-gray.
2025 vinyl sighs, remastered tears rewind,
puddles keep the tempo of a heart left behind.
Streetlights drip like saxophones, slow-dancing with the gloom;
every drop’s a postcard from a midnight living-room.
So rain, rain, take the pain, wash the years down the drain;
I’ll stay, replay her refrain till the sun remembers my name.