C
cearle
Guest
I feel the rain upon my face.
It trickles down my cheek.
It feels so soft upon my lips,
I taste it when I speak.
The rain beats gently on the roof,
It makes a calming sound.
I listen to it as I walk
Playfully hit the ground.
The air is fresh and full of smells
That come alive with rain.
Sweet Lilac is my favorite scent
Which wafts into my brain.
Each time it rains I feel a peace
I do not normally feel.
It washes pain and grief away.
Rain helps my soul to heal.
It trickles down my cheek.
It feels so soft upon my lips,
I taste it when I speak.
The rain beats gently on the roof,
It makes a calming sound.
I listen to it as I walk
Playfully hit the ground.
The air is fresh and full of smells
That come alive with rain.
Sweet Lilac is my favorite scent
Which wafts into my brain.
Each time it rains I feel a peace
I do not normally feel.
It washes pain and grief away.
Rain helps my soul to heal.