When the rain falls gently in the dark of night,
I sit quietly upon my porch to ponder,
as the thunder rolls and lightning crashes cross the land,
it all rushes like an angry river back to me.
All that heartache and pain floods into my mind,
making my heart grow cold and still,
my poor soul is overcome with a sadness and pain,
for which i can find nothing that compares.
While the rain falls and the thunder and lightning play,
upon the weary cold dark land,
I remember the times that we shared good and bad,
and am glad the rain falls softly upon the land,
covering the bitter tears of my dismay and longing,
for the one that I loved so long ago.
Donavon Scott Vinson
