Elegy about rainy days—emotionally and physically
|Rain, will you fall only hard as your cousin the merciless cold hail! |
Drizzle is bound to remind me of the love that I lost.
Soft as the mist is the cheek that I think I can feel, like it’s there still;
Eyes closed, to not see that I'm standing alone in the rain.
Hear, skies above, what I cry to the wind and the air, as I stand here;
Beauty has left me, and she walks in the sunshine alone.