Rain

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.