The rain falling softly upon her face.
Takes her to a magical place.
The rain falling softly in her hair.
Lets her soul float upon the hair.
The rain touching her lips.
Gives her the breath of life in little sips.
The rain falling softly from the sky.
Lets her know that heaven.
Is where good souls fly.
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The rain touching her lips. Gives her the breath of life in little sips. The rain falling softly from the sky. Lets her know that heaven. Is where good souls fly. ... nice expression. Beautiful poem shared.10