Softly She Spoke of Rain

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It must have been with a worried mind 

or a tired soul, perhaps

that she walked in through the door 

where I lived, at times alone

but more often than not with wayward dreams 

sleeping on the floor

whether they were welcome or no

and said; it's no good anymore

this thing outside and around 

that people call the world

it's always been a little cold

it's been traded then sold

but for me there's too little light

so I'm gonna stay here with you

for a while

sleeping on the floor

whether you want me to 

or no

and she did

and she spoke of rain

and I wouldn't be untrue 

if I said that from that point on

the sky never did cry the same

as it always had before

no, never quite the same way

or in the wrong place

perhaps not even for reasons we'd know

but it wouldn't be so far away

to simply hope it cried for joy

or for a melancholy of sorts

or even just because it felt 

like the right thing to do

at that time, at that place

outside it cried

as she spoke of rain

and after that she spoke very little

instead she simply listened 

while I dreamt my wayward dreams 

 there on my floor

sometime long ago