I remember the day
when the rain came home,
when mother flew onward
and left us alone.
We were children that day--
too small to discern
that the Savior was absent
and would never return.
But we discovered ourselves
in the rain and the wind.
But you soon lost yourself
when the rain left home.
When the rain came home,
I danced in the streets;
and the clouds laughed with me
as my soul was released.
When the rain came home,
the tar glistened wet;
my cries rose like ash
from a doused cigarette.
But doubt filled my mind
when the Rain came home.
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