Rainy Day

All night the sound had

come back again, 

and again falls

this quite, persistent rain.

What am I to myself

that must be remembered,

insisted upon so often? 

Is it

that never the ease, 

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 getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, 

the semi- lust of intentional indifference. 

Be wet 

with a decent happiness.

Travis - Why Does It Always Rain On Me