When I see fire and rain,
I know loss and pain;
In the pattering of drops on my window pane,
I hear the rhythm of the rain;
Raindrops keep falling on my head
As I catch a glimpse of the rain, the park,
and other things...
Suddenly I turn around and he's gone
I creep lonely to bed, quiet as a mouse,
Living in my rainy night house
Yet raindrops still fall, mixed with teardrops,
From my eyes,
Sundering binding ties
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Author Notes
I've used several song titles that have to do with rain. Maybe a lot of you can pick them out. Thanks to James Taylor, The Cascades, B.J. Thomas, the Cowsills, Joni Mitchell, and Dee Clark for the songs I used in this poem. I grew up on these songwriters from the 60s and 70s. Thanks to Free-Photos from Pixabay
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