as it ranins on the town.
what languorous hurt
thus pierces my heart?
oh, sweet sound of rain
on the earth and the roofs!
for a heart dulled with pain,
oh, the song of the rain!
in my disheartened heart.
what! there's no treason?
this grief's without reason.
it's far the worst pain
not to know why,
without love or disdain,
my heart has such pin.
