Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
When coming out into the evening air
The sky is filled with promise, blue or clouded
The streets are joy, the bus beyond compare...
Shall I begin with your rare hair
Heaven to press my face against?
Eyes to bring me to despair...
