It’s raining there because it’s time for you to leave. 

The rain is trying to wash you out. 

I wish it were that simple. 

I wish the rain would carry you back to me. 

I wish it would wash away the misery you’ve endured there, as well as my misery from being away from you.

Quicker than a plane, quicker than the sea. 

I wish the rain would carry you back to me.