Rain

When I wept, you asked me why,
Although your asking was in vain;
For I had no words to justify
The wellspring of my fear and pain.

A shroud is cast across the sky,
Grim clouds now content to remain;
I wonder not what they imply,
For worry would surely bring the rain.

Even now, you ask me why I cry,
You plead with me to explain;
You hold me near until I sigh,
Your love becomes a healing refrain.

At last, the rain falls from on high,
Reflecting droplets on my windowpane;
Rainbow prisms intensify,
Diffusing my fears once again.

Lora J Frikken ~ 1-22-03