A Little Rain Must Fall

She said to me, “Into each life, a little rain must fall” Her voice was sweet and humble in a Grandmother’s tone Indeed, she was of vintage and I, her young friend and neighbor With wisdom of the ages, as I lamented my latest woe, she uttered those words which echo still in my mind No need to explain, I knew the cliche’ and yet her sincerity and love made them ring true We need rain to grow, to thrive She taught me to fear not the maturity of the human being “Getting older is not so bad” she offered You are going to be ok! Although she slipped away so long ago, and I am now older than she was when I knew her, her sweet advice still soothes me Whenever life brings forth the clouds, I think of her and I remember her words and I let it rain