Water fell down the car window, like tears it streaked
I saw rainbows in each drop, as they played with the suns heat
and the contrast of her beauty, looking nonchalantly in her seat
as I stopped for a heartbeat, to feel the same water soak my feet
a quiet moment alone, walking down a bustling street
transformed the damp to a grand sense, of a lifetime lived discreet
a fortune formed from an unfortunate imagination, of a life bittersweet
for even as pure fantasy, we weren't destined to meet
but the sight still remains of her beauty, forever on repeat
and although I hate the feeling, I thank God for my wet feet.