His love was a raindrop
In the lonely desert sand.
The place that once was me,
Setting me free,
To blossom once again.
His love, a single tear,
Which touched my parched lips.
Thus he nourished my soul,
Making me whole,
So our true love could reign.
Irene C S ClarkHogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-of-rain-5/