Gentle Rain: Simple Pleasures

The gentle rain is falling It washes out my soul As I stand beneath it It makes my body whole. The gentle tears of heaven Takes my worries and my cares Takes the pain within my heart To start it's own repairs. My mind which was tormented Was given then surcease The problems in my mind finally in given peace. The problems which I thought Could never be resolved Once beneath the gentle rain all at once dissolved. And as I walk amid the trees To saviour the rustic smell I can feel my spirits lift No longer trapped in hell. Just lift my foot then put it down And continue on this way Natures sights and smells Make me want to stay. When my life will be full of doubt And it seems so hard to talk Wait for the rain to gently fall Then, take a gentle walk.