You played the rain on your old mandolin.
A rusted roof laid shelter on my heart.
Song wove a weather coat out of a cloud.
The poem was as frail as daffodils
Against the silent, closing doors of dark.
Previously published, 'Skylark', Purdue University Calumet
Sandra Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-played-the-rain/
