You are my child of the rain, and you have run away.
I have begged you for one more moment,
Another chance to hold you, to love you.
And as the rain begins to fall,
I am comforted, albeit briefly; for I know that you will return.
You will love me when it rains.
As the shimmering mist falls from an overcast sky,
it turns our world into a mystical fantasy.
I can feel the fervent emotions pouring from your heart;
Cascading gently over me, soaking me with your passion.
But my reality is tragically different.
No darkened sky, no glistening mist of fanciful dreams;
It is a world devoid of my precious rain child.
I ache for you, but sadly I know,
It is only the rain that makes you love me.
And when it ends, you will be gone again.
My love lost without a trace.
Now there is no solace for my broken heart.
The sun is breaking through the clouds,
and without you, I am disheartened and forlorn.
The rain of reality can never wash away my sorrow.
You are so far from me, and there is nothing I can do to change it.
So I will cry for you~ a flood of tears for my rain child.
They are not enough; for you have not come back to me.
But one day it will rain again, and you will love me.
©2011 Garden Summerland