If your quiet... real quiet...
You can hear the  rain  speak. Each patter... each drop dancing ever so elegantly  by my  feet. "Join us" they whisper. Ever so wet your feet will get. But the so(u)les will be washed clean. Each painful memory. Every pinky toe bump. Every broken  dream. Every moment  will  then  be forgotten.
Wil be you . Me. And the  rain...