The rain is very beautiful tonight, tapping gently on the
windowpane. Not asking, beckoning politely.
The wind is telling stories tonight, raucous, full of
embellishments and lies. The wind is working hard tonight, showy and confident.
But the rain is quiet and tired. Falling and falling,
making puddles and reflections; thinking of the life it might have had.
The wind tells tales of everything it says it has been,
and I would not question it for it might blow me aside, angry, brash and bold.
I can give you diamonds, says the wind, I can show you
the world and I am every man.
I can give you tears, says the rain, and nothing else I
have to offer, but the tears are true and I am to blame, so says the rain, as
it falls and taps on the windowpane.
I can give you colours bright, says the wind, and
excitement as I dance you through the day.
I can give you what I have, says the rain, it is not much
but droplets you can drink, my love; water sweet and plain.
And the wind carries you away.
And the rain falls as you dance the distance.
But when the wind dies down and drops you to the ground,
The rain will just keep on falling.
And the rain is very beautiful tonight.
