When it rains here 
I’m reminded of the
broken hearts in Heaven
Each raindrop that lands
on my dry sleeve
makes me solemnly remember
all the precious souls
that meant so much
to me passing far
far too soon and
each raindrop signifies to
me the number of
times that I forgot
to admit to myself
and to them that
I did love them
Maybe one day rain
will just be rain
not sorrow from above