There's Something 'bout the Music of the Rain

Maybe it’s in the way they softly slip

Like teardrops spawned by tender memory

Or perhaps it’s in the trembling as they drip

In half-beats from the weeping willow-tree

The winding brook laughs as it drinks the lay

Splashing through meadowland in turquoise-blue

The puddles on the lane all dappled gray

With eighth notes somehow makes me think of you

Tip-tapping notes against the window pane

Form rivers where a thousand memories roll

There’s something ‘bout the music of the rain

That probes a longing sealed deep in my soul

Unwritten melodies in unknown tongue

Murmur the perfect blend of peace and pain

A ballad softly rushing silver-strung

Makes me wish I could see you once again

© Janet Martin~