Spring Rain
She is the spring rain
And I listen
To the cheerful melody
While her tears of joy
Fall softly to the ground
Eyes heaven bound
I soak in
the soothing texture of her calmness
Slowly washing over me
Cleansing the pain
That has stained my skin
It drips
From my finger tips into the ground
And I am left standing
Aside the puddle of my regret
I feel this strange warmth
Caress me
like a silk scarf over my face
And realise it is intoxicating
Consumed I am
As the clouds crack
The feeling remains
Now a part of me
Which only I can see
How I long for more spring rain
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