𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡

There is a quiet in my heart Like one who rests from days of pain. Outside, the sparrows on the roof Are chirping in the dripping rain.

Rain in my heart; rain on the roof; And memory sleeps beneath the gray And windless sky and brings no dreams Of any well remembered day.

I would not have the heavens fair, Nor golden clouds, nor breezes mild, But days like this, until my heart To loss of you is reconciled.

I would not see you. Every hope To know you as you were has ranged. I, who am altered, would not find The face I loved so greatly changed.