How can the patter of rain move your soul so?
And the silence of the earth turn your mind on low?
How can the sound calm your very core?
And lead you to rest at sadnesses’ flowing shore?
Yet, how can you yearn for it’s arrival, and still wish for it’s leave?
And be so needed by your soul to empty you with a heave?
K. Aldaya, 4/21/03
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://nowiknow.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/rain.jpeg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
