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