TWILIGHT RAIN The grayness of the day fades softly into night. And covers up the stars vain attempt to light. A quite mist moves slowly across the sunset’s glow. A cleansing of the spirit only broken hearts will know. To bathe away the sorrow the sadness and the pain. The memories are washed away by a gentle twilight rain. Dawn will break with sunshine. The storm will have moved on. And all the hurt once lingering will quietly be gone.