Walls of Rubber

Testo:

© JessieJane
An April Shower- Poem 1889

A little rain-cloud in the skies
A little rain shower as it passes
A little grief in two sweet eyes
(she must have lost her way among the grasses)
A tear or two-but there in sight,
is home again, and all is bright

Dear Heart, there comes perhaps a day
When thorns may bar the heart’s homecoming.
When ways grow strange, and skies grow grey,
and naught is sweet but rest from roaming.
When walls of doubt arise….then dear,
Look up, for home is always near.