Sunday, November 8, 2009

Teardrops

Rain and storm
Hear the pitter patter
Feel the strong wind rushing
On your skin, the touch of rain

Close your eyes
Erase the background play
Listen to her heart beat
Listen to those quiet teardrops

Each tear is its own
Each unique
Each has its memory
Listen to the whispers they carry

The day you touched rain
Is the day you shall remember
You made her cry
Her teardrops...your raindrops