Gently falling, calling to the sea
The raindrops quicken, passing me
It’s rain that washes away the dirt
If only it could erase the hurt
But what hurt there is will sweetly go
As the passing of another day does show
That times arrow beckons and goes past true
Tomorrow will be another day, clean, fresh and new.
I hope you all have a wonderful night and day.
As my dear friend Bill says with such purity of heart…