A drop so swiftly lands upon my skin,
A harsh remembrance of the tears I've cried.
It hurts me greatly but I won't give in,
For in my heart I know I have not died.
Oh, my heart aches for past that I did waste,
Those precious moments longing for repair.
For many trials and evils I have faced,
Inconsequential now when I compare.
Another tear escapes my worn out eyes.
The heavens weep for what I've done they see.
The rain and I will never stop our cries
Accept the real not dream of what could be.
The tears from heaven do not stand alone,
For with them always is a person grown.
Rain by WiredCrazyFrances

