Rain
I Dream of Rain touching my face,
And gently kissed my soul,
I fall upon the waiting ground, and let it make me whole.
Don't leave me in this Love so deep,
Can't Live to bless this pain,
It is the King who rules this all.
I've always Loved the Rain.
Asleep I lay, in, wet Love
That makes my sky turn this gray.
My soul mourns upon its face
To take my kiss of Love away.
That shines so light, like dew that winks,
It leaves so loud a stain.
I am The One who choose to fall.
I've always Loved the Rain.
Copyright © Charles Smith | Year Posted 2010
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