Listening To The Rain Poem by Jim Yerman

Remember as a child…when it was raining and you sat by your window pane….
knowing you could't stop the raindrops…you quietly watched the rain?

As you sat watching raindrops cascading from the sky
without making a sound
you knew eventually the rain would stop and be absorbed into the ground.

And even when the rain stopped falling and the sun was shining
although you knew not where or when
you understood there'd come come a time the rain would fall again.

I wonder if these moments were preparing us
for when a friend's or lover's tears fall like rain.
knowing we can't stop their teardrops we sit beside them
and quietly watch their pain.

As we watch teardrops cascading from their eyes
as down their cheeks they scroll
we know eventually their tears will stop
and be absorbed into their soul.

And even when their tears stop falling and their smile returns
although we know not where or when
we understand those tears absorbed into their soul
will fall from their eyes again.