Gentle Rain

Raindrops fall from the sky. Trailing down the window like tears. Is it rain or do clouds cry? Come to wash away my fears. A gentle, but cleansing rain. To rinse away my sorrow. Relieving all of the pain. Before the dawn of tomorrow. I lift my face to feel, the rain, as it touches my cheek. I welcome it's power to heal, allowing only my heart to speak. The last raindrops have come and gone. Twinkling stars light the sky. The gray clouds have moved on. Once again alone...I cry.