All night the sound persisted,

     Again falls this quiet, ever-present rain.

What is about me that must be remembered,

     Insisted upon so often?

Is it the unease,

     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 removal of the tiredness,

     The semi-lust of intentional indifference.

Be wet with a gentle happiness,

 Embrace me with your grace.