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The rain falls softly
outside my window

I toss and turn
restlessly

The rain
so soothing normally
brings no peace
to my yearning heart

I know he is out there
somewhere
waiting, looking, for me
as I am for him

so we can listen
two hearts
beating as one
together - listening
to the rhythmic sounds
of the softly falling rain

we become one
our hearts
soaring to the stars
the last love of our lives
so precious, so dear
one we thought
we'd never have

the rain falls softly
outside our window.

jhh/04-11