Rain on Saint Paddy’s Eve

The rain it taps like an old fiddler’s bow Upon my window Soft and slow A silver tune through the evening haze Whispered secrets on Saint Paddy’s Day The fire's low Though the room feels warm Outside the dark sky brews a storm But here it’s comfort Here it’s peace Wrapped in the song of the rain's release The rain tells tales And the night sways near Of hills and harps and laughter clear Its rhythms dance where dreams take flight While the rain sings low in the heart of the night The streets are slick The lamps all dim The echoes hum an evening hymn The cobblestones wear their watery gleam As I lose myself in this Irish dream There’s a lilt that travels in shadows deep Like a whisper sung where the old souls sleep Her voice is rain Her heart a tune A story shared with the sinking moon The rain tells tales And the night sways near Of hills and harps and laughter clear Its rhythms dance where dreams take flight While the rain sings low in the heart of the night