When The Rain Stops

When the rain stops and the sun comes out I have a feeling, a nagging little doubt That the clouds and the just departing rain Have stolen from me something Never to be got back again! Those moments of tender touching on cheeks Chasing droplets running down window sill The swaying shower that from the sky leaks To give the yearning soil a vigorous thrill! The symphony the rain clatters on the tin The sounds the leaves make while they drink I want to hold onto but lose in the din As the landscapes around me dim and shrink! The raining moments leave with something of me Hidden inside and longing to be free What one rain takes the other never returns The times, the hopes and the fire that burns!