And when the worst is felt,
Despite it all the sky is heartache blue;
When the morning has broken like a distant bell
And sings a fine note,
And still that sadness satisfies that part of you,
Please, rain on me.
Or when it is fool’s-gold-midday
And the children’s laughter appreciates the gold
Of day; and yet that sorrow sits its place,
Lies in the cool shade pleasantly
And for all that joy outside, keeps you in cold:
My loved one, rain on me.
If ever evening draws you as a friend
To a beautiful conclusion, like a wish,
And you cannot wish it; at the good day’s end
If still that cloudlessness
Above is answerless, I ask of your darkness this:
Please, rain your rain on me.
For all the joy in the world, if you cannot place
One smile to that sky outside: you can rain on me.
My partner occasionally suffers from certain moods. For all the joy, for all the beauty under the sun, at times that sadness cannot shift. I dedicate this to him.