• How heavy fell the rain that day
    From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
    The torrent forced them stay their height -
    Composure swayed by onerous might.

    My skin wrung wet with icy chill
    As mud embraced that sodden hill.
    But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
    'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.

    The driving drops advanced their gears
    To camouflage my sneaking tears -
    Whence now did swell such floods of pain
    To see me melt into this rain…

    On equal bearing now were we:
    This rain; myself, in harmony