Soft, sweet rains

kind, glancing off my arms

and naked knees

skipping in the rain

~

You used to laugh

and twirl in circles

thinking only happy things

when the rains came

~

If I was in your eyes

I mean really there

reflecting off of you

I could walk in any rain

~

Seems we often

fail to realize

the champion of our fears

can be a quiet rain

~

Where else do we find

a certain solace, a cleansing

love, mist that sweeps

then in a spring rain

~

I once knew a certain peace

I could always be with you

I would surely be content

with only you in the rain.