The rain falling softly upon her face.
Takes her to a magical place.
The rain falling softly in her hair.
Lets her soul float upon the air.
The rain touching her lips.
Give her the breath of life in little sips.
The rain falling softly from the sky.
Lets her know that heaven.
Is where good souls fly

- Written by Lamar Cole

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