Like gentle Rain-a poem

LOVE is soft, like gentle rain,

Falling all around.

You know it’s there; you feel its touch,

Yet cannot hear a sound.

YOU reach for it and as you grasp,

Your fingers gently close.

For love is born and then becomes

A feeling as it flows.

AND blessed are you if you have felt

This wondrous gift to share.

For it remains through all of time

And always will be there.

Retm