I Can Hear the Rain

I can hear the rain.
Dropping on my roof, dripping on my window pane.
It glows on the pavement as I look out my window.
It sings me to sleep when music can't.
It mimics my tears as I think of you.
It falls, it splashes, it drips, it drops, it heals my broken heart.
It touches my skin like ice but it warms me.
It forms rings as it falls into puddles.
It is my lullaby.
Its friends thunder and lightning comfort me.
They act as a safe haven.
I curl up in my bed and look out the window when they come to say hello.
I walk down the street and lay in the grass as the rain falls down on me.
Falling, splashing, dripping, dropping, healing my heart.
The sun has come out to dry my wet skin but I can still hear the rain.