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RAIN
The lonesome rain can speak as no one other
It
can reach the heart of every single brother
And
it flows so beautifully together
Through
our thoughts it writes a private letter.
If I
could speak so gracefully and pure
As
the rain that whispers though each humble door
I
would speak of roses and violets demure
There'd be enough to scatter on the floor.
I'd
spread each house, each humble house with petals
A
sweet potpourri with little diamond sprinkles
I'd
kiss each face, each hand with starlit twinkles
I'd
wipe each tear and give thee merry wrinkles.
If I
could speak as gracefully as rain
I'd
come and gently rap your window pane
I'd
sing to you a beautiful refrain
I'd
call you by your own sweet precious name.
©6 September 1985
Audrie Inise Shively Rogers
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© 6 September 1985 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be
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