Oh, how the rain goes deep
It knows my soul
It weeps the joy and sorrow
Both the same
And years of dusty memories
Come clean
Oh, how the rain cries truth
Soft springing to my eyes
In tributary tears
It flows
To streams of love
And loss
Reflecting pools of
Innocence
In echoes
Ripple through
From other realms
Of rain




Sara Mathews     July 2016