It looks like rain again. 

(Conversations.)

Like the pieces.

Like a puzzle. 

Where have they all gone? 

It looks like rain again. (Small conversation.)

You say everything that was meant to be said...
Without realizing you have said a thing worth saying.

It's amusing to watch your drawn in contemplation...
As you drift about your words like a falcon...
Picking out the phrase that fits the best. 
(The puzzle piece.)

It Looks Like Rain Again. 

We all whimper bitterly as the sky turns grey...
It means mommy and daddy are screaming like
hurt infants again.
And soon we know,
One of them will be 
Going away. 
(And you can't complete the puzzle when one of the pieces
are missing.)
It pours down like pain.
It hurts to cry when your holding the pain back,
Like a storm drain trying to catch droplets that stray.

We hitch our breath, we sound like a broken muffler...
They don't even care.

Daddy is going.

(The droplets cling to his hair.) 

It looks Like rain Again.