The rain has no will, no envy. It is free.
Keen, determined and constant; beware the rain.
There is a rain in the skies of mankind,
That drowns the longing for plenty.
The young bird is caught in her own nest of gain,
The lion hides, reticent about his find,
Bold greed tempts the weak when the subtle sun glows,
Some give in and call themselves the fortunate,
Oh rain, rain, rain, fall on this poor heart again.
Come clouds of dark colour, burst forth your calming woes,
Stay this spirit, that would dwell amongst the great,
Let not ambition take wings beyond the rain,
But be felled by the arrow of acceptance.