The Other Side of Rain
As the rain pours down,
my soul feels washed anew
The melody lulls me,
carrying me to thoughts of you
Floating down a lazy river,
looking up to the sky
No agenda, just being,
as the stars come out
to shine for us and
the moon rises
to witness our kiss
Moments frozen by memories,
yet to be lived, in the rain,
with you
Lynn West
(c) 2011
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