Like the Touch of Rain
LIKE the touch of rain she wasOn a man's flesh and hair and eyesWhen the joy of walking thusHas taken him by surprise:
With the love of the storm he burns,He sings, he laughs, well I know how,But forgets when he returnsAs I shall not forget her "Go now."
Those two words shut a doorBetween me and the blessed rainThat was never shut beforeAnd will not open again.
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