Soft Rain Again Must Come Poem by James McLain

Soft rain again must come, to end my painful drought,
the dipping beak of the humming bird again will fly for me.

And children will play and search the blue skies,
And speak of tomorrow's nights.

I will wait and watch for you, as my heart beat's
I sigh, and as I do, I do for you, I know I will my love.

And as of now not then again I sit by the warm fire,
for when it's known so far and wide, it won't be known again.

Winter will come and bring it's snow, there's no one
left to care, when it is gone.