Rain Drops

Blue Griffin Collections — Blast from the Past

I love the rain, though skies are grey,
it wraps me close and lets me stay.
The world won’t see what my eyes keep;
the storm will cradle what I weep.

It traces soft along my skin,
like whispered hands I’m sheltered in.
Each silver drop, a hush, a plea,
as if the sky feels close to me.

My tears still fall, they always do,
but rain makes them feel less untrue.
It blurs the ache, it dims the blue,
and for a while, I’m held there too.

So let the clouds come drifting low,
and walk with me where heartbeats slow.
No one will ask, no one will tell,
I love the rain. It knows me well.