Analysis of No Rain

I touch the window, it's cold
I glance outside
Shoving the past aside
There is no rain outside

Even the sky
Too numb to cry

This is all so wrong
There should be rain
Instead is a clock
Going dong, dong, dong

There should be rain
To match the pain
There should be darkness
Maybe some low rolling mist

Instead there is sun,
happiness and fun
Slaves of love
Such fools!
For what comes after love
Is sorrow and despair
Not even a single lingering dare.