Like Rain

Like Rain

Like rain that's falling
soft and sweet
growing flowers,
cupped by leafs

Gentle rain
it touches my face
my being, my soul
my saving grace

It makes me grow,
it helps me sleep,
Wish you were here,
right now with me.

Soothing rain drops
soft and sweet
light kisses,
puddles here,
and others there.

It's in my heart
it's in my soul
Your rain forever,
Will never grow old.

C. Lynch
12/23/2012

Merry Christmas Christine!