the soft rain

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The soft rain begins to fall, the skies are dark and gray, and in my hitherto lonely heart, lasting love has come to stay. The wind sings it's sweet song, tugging at my heart strings, as the raindrops fall in a puddle, making little golden rings. The thunder rumbles out loud, as if calling out to his love, and the lightning flashes, up in the heavens above. But why do I feel so sad, and why do I want to cry? Why does the lovely rain feel, like tears from a wounded sky?