When Rain Falls

When rain falls heavy on the ground, my dear,
I think of you, though why I cannot say.
The chill reminds me that when you are near
I’m warm, I’m safe, and night is turned to day.
Your simple presence still amazes me
And no-one else appears to understand.
They all mistrust our judgement: harsh, but we
Can look beyond their views. We will withstand.
They doubt. They cannot trust the truth we know.
And someone else’s comprehension fails
To matter when I have what you bestow.
So rain or shine, what we have still prevails.
Sometimes I’m sure I think I hear your call.
I think of you, my darling, when rain falls.

The End

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