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.