Beauty of the Rain (To Adelle)

A poem to a friend of mine. I wrote it to show her she is not forgotten

Even now, I can see
Her eyes
And I know that they hold
None of man's lies

She's seen fear
She's seen pain
And she's seen
The Beauty of the Rain


Silver drops, cascading down
Musical drumming sound
Echoes of the storm
That has left her torn

Pieces fall of her dreams
Broken, shattered, growing wings
Made from
The Beauty of the Rain


To her, I wish to be safe
Shelter from the chase
I will stand the storm
To keep her dry and warm

She's held strong, alone in the storm
By herself all along
And in her heart is
The Beauty of the Rain


How can she know that she is pure
how can she see that she is loved
She's been saved in
The overwhelming flood

So she shines, like a beacon bright
Sending hope through the storm
For she is
The Beauty of the Rain