As she arose to view a Picture over the fireplace, Memories of a past love Embedded themselves into her face. He was her strength and Her valiant song. Now his embrace is Forever gone. He was known for his wits And his ability to serve. It's been five years, yet the Voice of his memory can still be heard. Every now and then...it still rains. Before winter sets in she prays extra hard. Winter has a way of vexing Without any regard. A comforting hug will relieve the pain, But in a short while it returns again. Often she has bowed her head and wept, Realizing time and prayer are her long term help. Send a prayer her way And you come along too. One day you will need someone To help you through. We all experience the warmth of the sun, But every now and then...it still rains.