Sweet Blue Rain
One day, if I could open my eyes
and watch you walkthrough
the sweet blue rain, and
wash those tears away.
If I could open my eyes, and
watch you wear
the same cotton blue jeans
with that cute white blouse, and
tell those clouds to splash
sweet blue rain, into your heart
The fresh scent
of sweet blue rain
bring April showers, and
flowers sell in the marketplace.
Well, a funny thing happened this Sunday,
on our walk-through of Palomino Park.
I noticed some things that you do
with your sweet blue smile.
Loving you may take some time.
Let’s take a walk again
and fill an empty heart,
with sweet blue rain.
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2006
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