teardrops from heaven

noises of everyday life
filtering my mind
I try hard to keep up with my thoughts
those of my past...
when little Jeanny saved me from the bullies
and little Ginger, well, we did have fun with her brother
chasing him around
it's just too hard
my mind tells me it is the noise but my heart
tells a different tale

I miss those times
but now, I have found someone new
a good friend to say the least
and she has opened my eyes
opened them to the heavens above

she has made me see the beauty in rain...
it seemed so trivial
all the sentiment I ever had was
"Gods crying from above"
but now she has shed some light
on the beauty of rain

it is a gift
which we have to be thankful for
it is as if
someone's watching over us
and even though the skies turn grey
there is still excitement and joy in my heart

rain splash splash spalshes on my hair and legs
I feel calm
and cold to say the least!
but no matter
and everytime it rains
I think of her
and the what if's in my life

and with every supposedly cold and gloomy feeling
there ought to come something good out of it rite?
yes- and that's why I never forget to wish for a rainbow
it is like a child-
the product of her parents
rain being the mum and sun, the dad

rain brings about a sense of love
while the sun brings a stern yet caring feel
but it is the raindrops which travel to the rays
no matter what
like all wives do even when they know
their husband is in the wrong