• ~Rain, rain falling on the ground, falling on my face.
    If you listen closely, you can hear it tell a story.
    It tells a story of sadness.
    It sings a sorrowfull lullaby.
    It touches the ground and makes a puddle.
    It touches your face, and goes to your heart if you listen to its' song.
    If you listen to the rain.
    Just stand there under the cloudy sky and listen.
    Do you hear it?
    The mournful cry of the rain.
    Look into the puddles on the ground.
    Look past your reflection.
    Do you see it?
    The face of one once held dear.
    The face past your reflection.
    Don't blink, it will go away.
    Listen to the rain, look into the puddles.
    Listen to its' song, look past your reflection.
    See the face of your departed loved one.
    Listne to the rain and cry. ~®