I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm,
continuing
Tapping on my
roof and walls
Minds distracted and confused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
Kiss you when you
start the day
As I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and I
I know that I am like the rain
There before the grace of you go on
