Rain Poem by Phillip Alan Green

Rain



Rain on the window pane, reminds me of you,
Of an endless day and sleepless night,
Is the memory I spent with you,
Your sweet caress and strength of spirit,
Kept me warm in cold room.

And this moment I will hold,
And when the rain, turns the memory to pain,
It's a price worth paying for a day worth living,
To know you were there with me.

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