Remembering Rain

Have you ever thought about the rain,

the way it softly falls?

Is it just the weather’s quiet song,

or memory’s whisper through the walls?

When minds grow clouded, lost in mist,

and names drift out to sea,

I like to think the rain that comes

brings fragments back to me.

Each drop a moment, faint but true,

from years we used to know.

The rain, like grace, can touch the soul

when thoughts no longer flow.

Perhaps it's Heaven's way to soothe

a mind that’s gone astray—

a gentle hand from far above

to guide us through the gray.

So let it fall and let it cleanse,

let sorrow have its plea...

for even in forgetting, love

still rains on you and me.