Slowly quietly these rain drops fall

cautiously they drop to the soft ground

wetting the tender velvet cloth

as if drowned by flood.

Much like all those years ago when

a tear meant some love that was broken

oft like the heart that broke one lonely day

these raindrops fall on the tender cloth

How welcome these raindrops feel

once fallen upon one’s face

that cool feeling of hate of pain

seemed so welcome though not.

Why must these rains fall in the dead of night?

Why should these petals so young be trampled

by the thunderous floods?

It’s not fair the drowned flowers weighed by these raindrops.

But as it’s said.. Who spoke that life be fair?

Who said that there wouldn’t be one trampled flower?

Is it said thou must always be strong?

What is this feeling? These raindrops upon my cheek?

Wondering on the pillow soft.

The thought and fear if I’ll be again forgotten.

Like before when all I remember was the rain.

The thundering pain of pouring rain.

My mind the thoughts of past so far.

The raindrops fall on those now gone.

And wishing on the tears upon my face.

Promising myself I’ll ne’er be hurt again

Though that’s a lie I know be true

as one again I wipe these tears from

my cheek.