All night the sound had come back again
And again falls this quiet, persistent rain
All night the sound had come back again
All night the sound had come back again
And again falls this quiet, persistent rain
What am I to myself that must be remembered, insisted upon so often?
Is it that never the ease, even the hardness of rain falling will have for me
Something other than this, something not so insistent
Am I to be locked in this final uneasiness?
Love, if you love me, lie next to me, be for me, like rain
The getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness
The semi-lust of intentional indifference
Be wet with a decent happiness
All night the sound had come back again
And again falls this quiet, persistent rain
All night the sound had come back again
Quiet, persistent rain
All night the sound had come back again
And again falls this quiet, persistent rain
All night the sound had come back again