Whispering Rain
sometimes
there's a little hole in the sky
where the lonely dead
just sit above and cry
weeping over memories
peace they need to find
tears turning to a whispering rain
gently falling on loved ones
they left behind
hoping they feel the message
while looking down to catch a glimpse
through the whispering rain
at family and friends
in heaven they truly miss
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