Rain Falling Rain Falling: A poem by Cheryl Ross Comments welcome: rossc@air.on.ca RAIN FALLING I need to be with you burrowed in deep hiding in the safest corner of your heart wrapped in warmth and sleep I need to drift within your arms covered in the sound of heavy rain falling like lonely tears against the sullen window pane Search me with your knowing hands smooth away my fear pour your comfort into me flood away my care scatter kisses over me like stars upon the night turn my sorrow in your hands heal my wary soul and make it right. Return to the Due South Fiction Archive