WHEN THE RAIN COMES

When the rain comes

And the shadows grow,

I listen to my heart

And let the tears flow.

There are no words

That I can call to heal,

But the sweet memories

I know will prevail.

We mourn for ourselves

And sob like a child,

We see the rainfall

And it lingers for the while.

But the truth be known

To all sadden hearts,

There are no tears: no pain

For those who depart.