RAINY DAYS

She hunts a good book and a little nook...
Where she can curl up and read;
Then take a stroll down Memory Lane
To the days that used to be.

She can feel the warmth from the fireside
As raindrops fall upon her window pane...
And she feels a sacred silence...
As she wanders down Memory Lane.

She hears voices of loved ones calling...
She hears the children coming home from school,
She hears their laughter around the supper table...
As she envisions the Old Homeplace she once knew.

She feels the awe of those special moments...
Of birthdays and holidays glee;
And the tears fill her eyes like raindrops...
Until she scarcely can see.

For this Earth's journey passes quickly...
The years soon come and go;
These raindrops remind her of tears
Shed by loved ones she did know.

Rainy days are for rest and remembering...
Precious scenes from yesterday's past;
And time to prepare for tomorrow's...
In a land where they'll be together at last.