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