`  W  h  e  n   i  t   r  a  i  n  e  d   t  o  d  a  y.   /   
          ,   I  t  h ou  gh  t  of  y  o u   i  n   p  o  u  r  s .  ,   '
         ,  Ou  t in co ld   a  n   d  c h  il di sh   l au  g h; .  ,   /
        /  al  l bu t  us,  i  g   n  o r  ed. . ..   . .   . .  /  .   '
       .  We  d an c  e,  w   e   d  a n  ce,   we  d  an c e d;.  /   `
      .  y  ou f  e ll   w   i   t  hin  my   so  ak in  g a rm s .   '
     ,  A  nd l  o vi   n   g   l  y w  a    s   I; /   , . ,  . ,   /
    /  Y  o  u  r      t   a   t te r ed    l   it tl  e t ow el.   '
   .  B ut  s  i nc  e    n   o w  l as    t,  .  .   / , .  / ,   `
  .  l as  t  w i   n    t   e r 's p     as  s, .   . . .  . ,   '
 ,  m y   e  m p   t    y   a r ms n     o  lo ng   e  r cr y.   /
/  T h   e  r a   i    n   f a l ls    as  it ev   e  r ha s,   '
  y e   t  I d   a   nc   e a n d    da   nc e    a  l o  ne.  `
 M y   h  e a   r   t    s i n k    s,   .  /    .  , /  . .  `
a n   d  m y   s   o    u l i s   d    r   y    .  . ,  . ../'

When it rained today   
I thought of you in pours.
Out in cold and childish laugh;
all but us ignored.
We dance, we dance, we danced.
You fell within my soaking arms.
And lovingly was I;
your tattered little towel.
But since now last,
last winter's pass,
my empty arms no longer cry.
The rain falls as it ever has,
yet I dance and dance alone.
My heart sinks,
and my soul is dry.