Raindrops

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