Evening Poems: Mending

Here comes the rain,
An ice cold shower,
Clouds that rumble
And hold grey power.

Here comes the rain,
Can you feel the chill?
As water and light,
From the clouds spill.

Rain on earth
Earth in air,
This is your paradise,
A world so fair.

Rain begins to heal,
As a heart begins to mend.
There is only rain drops
In their slow descend.