Lovers rain

When the rain falls,
all is so quiet,
no birds are singing.

When the rain falls,
watering all the plants,
running down the leaves.

When the rain falls,
it is so peaceful,
no children are crying.

When the rain falls,
the world is coming back to life,
everything is alive and healthy.

When the rain falls,
my dreams come true
to be kissed in the falling rain,
to be held and picked up by my true love.

Dreams come true,
in the rain,
or at least mine do.

I got this poem published in Forever Spoken..
This poem is dedicated to Justin Darrell Bowling