rosewood xylophone bars
striking each other
Yep, rain falls. Raindrops fall. But here 'they fall' refers directly to the plural 'rosewood xylophone bars.' I went for not only the music of rain, but this (metaphorical) image of xylophone bars actually striking one another as they fall.
The sound of rain; the image of rain (in a sense).
I just wrote a letter to one that makes me feel this way...his eyes can always burn a whole through my soul and set my heart on fire
we dated twice and both times fell apart but enough about me...you've nailed it in this piece, the feeling of intense passion and awkward pretenses in order to deal with the situation at hand which in this case I feel is that you can't Be together but you'll never forget the wonder of each other at the same time...i miss you and your Beauty