Quote Originally Posted by Seraph
The falling leaves were the dreams and plans falling from the tree that was their love. And that is why someone was guilty. Someone killed their love, the tree that was their love.

The rain fell against his "pane" I picked pane for this, to sound like pain. Pain is his window on the world now.
Thank you very mauch Seraph for the comments. I liked the idea with the words "pane" and "pain" It seems to me that the lines obtained a deeper meaning. Thank you