I saw the rain drops drip dropping outside today and thought that the splashes on the sidewalk were pretty awesome, so I took out the camera and shot this through my front door. The saying is one my Grandma used to say all of the time. I like it. It's true.
Author: James Rowe
Rain fell last night...quiet, gentle rain, that tapped against my window pane, and called me back from troubled sleep, to soothe a heart too numb to weep. My loneliness was too deep and real, and like a wound that would not heal, it throbbed within me, and I knew my arms were empty without you. But as I listened to the sound of soft rain falling on the ground, I heard your voice, tender and clear, Call my name, and oh my dear, I threw my window open wide, to let the sweet rain rush inside. It kissed my lips, my eyes, my hair, and love, I knew that you were there. Tears that my heart could not release Fell down from Heaven, bringing peace. Last night while gray clouds softly wept, I held you in my arms and slept.