HER POV

I wore a black dress
Strolling and depressed,
The rain started dripping,
On a Saturday morning,  I am grieving
As I stared at you,  thinking,
Why not me,  when I am more deserving?

I am like a puppet,
And the strings that was severed,
Rendered me useless,
Rain,  if I sang a sad hymm,
Heavy rain,  heavy rain,
Please. . .
Release me from this pain
As I see him with her

HIS POV

I stared at my palm,
Suddenly wishing I was your man,
If fate was nice,
I'd hold your hands
Strolling on a Saturday morning,  rain dripping
Now,  I stared at you,  thinking
Why it is still you I am yearning?

I am like a ringmaster,
I severed the threads faster,
Preparing for a show
Decisions I chose,
Lead me to a loss
Rain,  If I did a silent prayer
Heavy rain,  heavy rain,
Please. . .
Bring back the time
When I'm still with her

THE OTHER HER POV

I wore a white dress,
Hoping that I look at my best,
The rain started dripping,
On a Saturday morning,  it is your hands I am gripping,
Giving you all my love,  I am thinking,
You are mine yet it is not me your heart is yearning

I am like an acrobat,
Did all the exhibitions,  asking for your attention
I did everything to have you in my possession,
Yet. . . I am not the one you're needing
Rain,  if I recite a sad poem
Heavy rain,  heavy rain,
Please. . .
Give me the courage to release him,
Even if this would cost me to bleed in pain