When the rain came down

Two nights ago when all was well,
and clouds were far away,
I remembered when I would tell,
what the rain would say.

Its drops would form a perfect rhyme,
that echoed through my tongue,
words from quite another time,
longing to be sung.

When the rain came down last night,
I listened once again,
I think I heard a single word,
of where the clouds have been...

The words were very soft at first,
the rhyme was no where near,
nothing more could please my thirst,
than raindrops only I could hear.

The tears from heaven spoke to me,
that lonely placid day,
of love and peace and harmony,
and what the rain could say.