Each drop
A black grain of misery

Holding
All the world’s pain
And none of its sympathy;

...

And it’s pouring again
Beating a rhapsody

A tin pan cacophony

Down narrow alleyways
And lanes that never end

Except at waves

Where they blur into a haze
Of sky and lake

And disappear in a turbid wake.

...

Of windless drizzle
And matters dark and dismal
I write

Of improbable men
Burdened with sins

Of mundane crimes
Too trite to recite

All close in tonight

Remind me
What I’ve been
And how little it means

This love
I can’t requite.

...

Sadly, for me,
Hope has dwindled
To a sad train whistle

Borne on the rain
From far away;

...

So, here's to us—

For all the times
I tried to make amends
But failed

And all the ways
I went astray

I’m here
In a dirge of fog and rain
Abandoned
In a world black and gray,

Alone again,
Numb and flustered,

Still trying to find a way
Through the pain I've suffered.