The Sad Rains Always Come In Late Spring

the sad rains always come in late spring
tears that fall and curl gently down
the faces of those tucked deep in pain

lonely drops move in a quiet grace
while the roses bloom against the sound
of the sea ebbing silently from the shore

the sad rains always come in late spring
droplets that glisten and prism
beneath the lapping of the sun

its warmth extends and caresses
gentle fingers that move against the melancholy
that rips the heart to shreds

its warmth extends and soothes
the lonely who have lost more
than could ever be forgotten

beneath the whispers of thunder
that always ride the wind with the clouds
when the sad rains come in late spring