Remember Rain?

Send us Fan MailRemember Rain?There’s somethingabout the rain, falling in tears of silver,from the dull and grey of a weeping sky, softly, so softly,in thousands, each in, and one, of the many, the droplets of memory, upon the window pane, and so to look upwards, beyond the puddled terrace, gardens of green and blossom, the tickle and trace of pouring waters, to the bridge, and beneath,the endless flow of rain and river, the stream of what is past,present, and further back to what is,to what mightbecome, dreaming of spring sunlight, and summer, before I return to look at my footsteps in the shadows of the rising [email protected]