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/When you've cried out, openly, all of your life, your tears run dry. Your eyes merely grow cold, your face blak with sorrow. You can feel your heart crying./



I love the rain

One night, my heart's tears ran dry

There was a great ache inside me,

Which I could no subside.

rain fell gently on the window pane

He cried for me.

A blanket of warmth and a dry towel followed.

Wet, stone stairs outisde,

I sat and felt His tears for me

My pain left,

A subtle glow arched across the horizon.

I smiled, turned indoors

The glow faded away,

He went back to sleep as I did.

I love the rain.