A whisper of rain, so slight,
And gentle breezes take flight.
Fresh grief, in blooms so fair,
Green faces breathing air.
Oh, if this could only be,
If this could only be,
A whisper of rain for me.
In rain's first breath, a sweet embrace,
Earth's slumbering, waking face.
Dark clouds, in depths they keep,
Entwined with branches, secrets deep.
From unseen blooms, a scent so rare,
And in your smile, promises to share.
Oh, if this could only be,
A whisper of rain for me.
The moon, a bird upon my roof,
Lost in the air's soft proof.
Graves wander, in the breeze's sway,
Through every town, they gently play.
The sound of drops, a silent art,
Deepening the hush within the heart.
We, listening, in stillness bound,
Lost in ourselves, no other sound.
Oh, if this could only be,
A whisper of rain for me.
The night, a broken umbrella's plight,
Dripping, dripping through the night.
Like wet birds, huddled and shy,
In fear they softly cry.
Through knee-deep water, someone comes,
To greet the dawn, as daylight hums.
And wrapped in night's deep, sweet sleep,
Unconscious, our secrets we keep.
Oh, if this could only be,
A whisper of rain for me.
A whisper of rain, so slight,
And gentle breezes take flight.
Fresh grief, in blooms so fair,
Green faces breathing air.
Oh, if this could only be,
If this could only be,
A whisper of rain for me.
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