On heart-shaped leaves
the rain fell,
and flew on its way,
sliding to the ground.

The rain fell
like teardrops on tin,
flew on its way
on the back of the wind.

Like heart-bells stilled,
I'm full of silence.
Chills run up my spine,
I'm glad it's raining.

I am full of silence
As the wind moans in the eaves.
I'm glad it's raining,
It washes me clean.