When It Rains

A small poem on loss and moving on.

When it rains, when it pours,
All those tears will wash away
And you'll be free from him
And all things yesterday

When it rains, each droplet will cleanse your sorrow
It's music will muffle all your fears of tomorrow

O child of a dry desert drought,

Ask the soft cool breeze to help you in your yearning
And may it soothe all the pain of your soul burning

As the clouds darken, be ready child
And pray my dear, for a journey mild
When it rains
When it rains