Gentle Rain

GENTLE RAIN


The patter of the rain falling gently upon my memories, while the softness of the silence takes me to another place, another time.

Crystal rainbows of the past whisper gentle teardrops of past loves slowly into my ear. I hear the words the centuries have taught me to crave the most. I love you more than life itself, forever and through the years.

Another thousand years have past, and the rain not quite the same, yet still I hear the patterns of the gently falling rain.

I see the scope of mankind as the rain does gently fall, never watch your yesterdays, while tomorrow gently falls.