When you can't hold back the tears
From streaming down your face
The rain comes to the rescue
Saving you from appearing blue.
From hair down to your cheek
No one will know you're weak
The rain comes to the rescue
Saving you from the public view.
It camouflages and comforts
It helps you hide the pain
If you feel like shouting out
No worries there's the rain.
With every dropp you blink
With every blink you think
That when the rain is done
Your pain is almost gone.
You wipe away the drops
As you wipe away your tears
They'll never know your frown
Rain never brings you down.
You're thankful to the rain
A blessing in disguise
A very helpful cane
To anyone who cries.
nice poem I like it...if only the rain were to fall everytime we cry and no one would know to misinterpret our tears.
From hair down to your cheek No one will know you're weak The rain comes to the rescue Saving you from the public view. I like this stanza... this said it all... love this poem...
Nice, nice piece...wonderful write.. makes me ponder the story of rain and my friend.. my friend and his friend the rain
'The rain comes to the rescue Saving you from appearing blue' - so often it is true, and so wonderfully said!
Well written! I like how rain become the protector of tears!
I like how rain has become the protector for tears! Love this poem!
Wonderful friendship in this beautiful poem. The rain is also my friend in the context of watering my plants...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem I like it...if only the rain were to fall everytime we cry and no one would know to misinterpret our tears.