Well now, here we are, once again
with a new daily onslaught of rain.
Rain falling from the grey skies above,
Is Nature washing the rain, with love.

I hurt you today.
I know not why.
It wasn't my intent,
bringing a tear to your eye.
I expected better of me
in taking care of you,
as you did for me.

The words that came before,
are lying useless, on the floor.
Words, bouncing within my head,
for practical purposes, now are dead.
It's the price, one has to pay,
when words, treated with such dismay.
Too late the key, too late the lock,
I do believe, I have Writers block.

Into the darkness, I'll go with thee.
Hold my hand and you will see.
I will be with you for eternity.