The rain was falling harder than before
A curtain drawn across the city’s roar
I drifted where the puddles formed a shore
Too tired to hope too numb to want for more
Then through the storm you spoke my name aloud
A fragile call that broke the weeping cloud
The thunder softened humbled by the sound
And trembled like a heart no longer proud
You took my hand and pulled me from the gray
Your touch a shelter built along the way
The raindrops whispered things I’d failed to say
And washed the weight of bitterness away
So speak again when storms begin to drain
When skies grow cruel and winds are full of pain
For in your voice I find myself again—
My heart reborn beneath the falling rain