Love in the Rain

Wind rustling through the trees,

Water trickling down the eaves,

Rain pattering on the roof:

Their sounds are so aloof.

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I feel you close to me,

Though your eyes I cannot see;

Your lips are kissing mine,

With arms and hands entwined.

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Your caressing hands are smooth:

All my worried thought they soothe;

Your voice is softly saying

Something above the tinkling rain.

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Your silent sighs are in my ear,

And I know I’ve nothing to fear;

The feel of you in my embrace

Causes me to kiss your face.

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But time runs out on us again,

And silence takes the place of rain;

So off I go into the night,

Very sure our love is right.

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Wind rustling through the trees:

Now it’s nothing but a breeze;

Your memory will still be warm,

Ev’ry time I hear a storm.

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by David Stewart Miller