Rain is a reminder of half forgotten feelings

  Of wrong decisions, moments of regret

Rain is full of foolish, wistful thoughts

Of aching wants, of chances that are gone

  And sadnesses I cannot quite forget

What half formed memories touch my heart to tears

  And leave a seeking emptiness to die?

Why does the gentle sibilance of rain

Give new aliveness to a tired earth

  And leave me here alone to cry?