Lost pirate's tale

The lost pirate, a tale of yore,

In the misty rain, she seeks him more.

Each drop a memory, a whispered sigh,

In the pitter-patter, his essence nigh.

A silhouette against the storm's embrace,

His eyes like oceans, a tempest's grace.

His laughter echoed in the rain's refrain,

A melody of longing, a sweet refrain.

In the scent of rain, she finds him there,

His phantom touch, his tousled hair.

A love lost to the sea's cruel call,

Yet in her heart, he reigns o'er all.

Though storms may rage, and skies turn gray,

His memory, a beacon, lights her way.

For in the rain's embrace, she'll always find,

The lost pirate, in her heart enshrined.