Teardropp On A Rose

I stand by the window and listen to the rhythm of the rain as it taps against the windowpane. It sounds as if it’s calling out for my love to come home again. We had a quarrel and nasty words were said. In the heat of the moment, they rolled out of our heads. Then there was the slamming of the front door and away you were gone. I was left standing here all alone. The rain then came tapping against the windowpane and I was filled with regret wanting you back again. I went out to find you to say how sorry I was. As I passed our garden where all our pretty roses grew and on each petal was a raindrop. Each reminding me of all the teardrops that had rained down your cheeks. I found you on the corner, you were soaking wet through, I put my arms around you said that I loved you. I was so glad you were back in my arms where you should always be, no crying no more like the teardropp on a rose. 24 September 2008