Love in the Rain
Wind rustling through the trees,
Water trickling down the eaves,
Rain pattering on the roof:
Their sounds are so aloof.
I feel you close to me,
Though your eyes I cannot see;
Your lips are kissing mine,
With arms and hands entwined.
Your caressing hands are smooth:
All my worried thought they soothe;
Your voice is softly saying
Something above the tinkling rain.
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.
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.
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.
by David Stewart Miller