Rain, Rain, Take away this pain. Blanket my soul, blanket this anger, comfort me, soothe me, help me to understand.
04/16/2003
Posted on 04/17/2003Copyright © 2024 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
so achingly sad this ode that it is making the rain cry, each droplet needing to be comforted and consoled as much as the poet needs to be.
