The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain

(Based on a true story that happened on campus the other day.) As rain descends from heavens high I just can’t help to wonder why it seems to be so apt: My tears like heavy raindrops fall now that you have left with all the pieces of my heart. My state of mind’s reflected in the clash of thunder that will bring a great monsoon of grief. I am now soaking to the bone as I trudge onward to home. And I wonder: “Where did I leave my umbrella?”