Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain so many times it makes you want to cry out in vain. The pitter patter beat cascading down synchronizes with the beat of a lonely heart. For Tom Jenkins, a quiet solitary man on the eve of his 65th birthday came a somber reflection of the one that got away. It was on a night much like this. A night black as pitch as the rain kept pouring down. Remembrance of that fateful night when the love of Tom's life had gone away. The beat of Tom's heart matched…