Rainfall Poem by Rita Pal

In your days of silence, your mind speaks to me through millions of crystal raindrops,
In your days of absence, your mind walks with me through fiery thunderstorms,
In your days of darkness, your mind searches for me through stormy rainfalls in battered forests
I see your wall of silence, laced in your secret collections of crystal raindrops
When all is quiet after the rains, you secretly scatter them to the moon-lit night sky
Weaving your jeweled blanket of sparkling stars filled with tales of your secret dreams
In the forlorn hope, it will cloak my world and comfort my tear-drops
While I patiently wait for your words of wonder for a thousand broken star-lit nights.