Comfort Rain A single pane of glass separates us, yet, you comfort my sorrows, giving me a push until tomorrow. As a child, you only brought me loneliness, tears, and desertion. Now, as a young woman, you bring me guidance. The pattern of your voice soothes my heart. As a child, your tears kept me up late at night, finally crying myself to sleep. But after all these years . . . I now cry for you. They tell you to stop — “we don’t need you.” But, I need you and there are also others that do. Without you, the children’s tears would stop, their fears would quickly disappear. But, because of you . . . the rivers continue to flow through, the crops grow rich, wildflowers graze the open ditch. And I have found the solace which only you can give . . .