Silent Rain

Like the rain that falls from the sky

Loud in youth

As on a roof

Or soft on grass

As life nears its finish

We are but rain 

Tears from heaven

Soaked to the skin 

Laughing threw pain

On our knees praying

For something to save us from

All life is and what it seems to be

Rain drops echoing

To tomorrow's silence

A poem by 

Liam Herdman