Rain

What from others it takes,

To me it does give.

A time to to be myself,

My real me can live.

.   .   .

When it comes they shudder,

Hide behind a closing door,

And when it finally abates,

They hope it will - forevermore.

Why they so think I do not know,

These people of civility,

Can they not see the hand of G-d

Making green his tapestry?

Oh, now I can see their mistake,

They have not been doing their part;

Instead of framing what he made,

They're ruining his work of art:

Where he put grass they put cement,

And lots of other things like that,

So of course when it comes back,

They'll hate it - but it's tit for tat.

But you, for one - just go and see,

The way rain is supposed to be:

Clean, clear, pure and bright,

It's sure to bring you much delight,

Why, you may even feel like me,

Untied, and for the time being -

Free.