🫰 How It Aches, The Fullness, The Happy Spray Of Rain (Inspired By Sara Teasdale) 🐌 Poem by James McLain

How it aches, the heart that holds too much,
The silent weight, the quiet, tender clutch,
In fullness there is sorrow and delight,
A song that haunts beneath the cloak of night.

The spray of rain, so soft against the skin,
Awakens dreams long buried deep within.
Each drop a kiss from skies that cannot weep,
But in their silver tears, the heart will sleep.

For joy and pain are bound in one embrace,
Like rain that dances, leaves no single trace.
The ache, the fullness, all the world remains—
Beneath the happy, endless spray of rain.