Someone said, “It’s raining”, she said, I love
The rain as it falls from the clouds above.
Another said, “Shut the window, it’s cold,
I feel it much more now I’m getting old”,
To which she responded, with a sweet smile,
Saying, “Please leave it open for a while,
After all, the coldness isn’t that bad
And the breeze on my face makes me feel glad
To breath in fresh air from the world outside;
It’s a gift to me by nature supplied”.
So the window was left and wind and rain
Came into the ward, washed over her pain
And she, joining her soul with timeless space,
Drifted away with contentment and grace.