Like the kiss of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise.
With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.
Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
and will not open again.
The dawn is broken
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