As I’m walking along,
Pace, brisk as I have set.
The rain softly falling,
from the sky a tranquil blue.
That yellow beacon peeping thru.
Birds are flying singing their songs.
I’m humming a song in my mind.
Humming and thinking of moments —
Times that were wonderful.
Hoping that I may see them once again.
The sun is covered by dark clouds.
Rain begins to fall with passion,
Hard and heavy.
Drops of rain bead upon my face,
As I hasten my pace toward home,
I’m soaked through but no matter,
Dry clothes await me.
Rounding the corner I’m almost home.
There I will be dry – still thinking of those treasured times.
Wishing you were here – with me.
Written by CY Lewis, August 18, 1990
