And so it came to pass,
That on a mid summer's day
I fell asleep under hateful sky
While rain, which had no business on that earth, at that
time
Started touching the ground,
A sign for horrid things to come.
For in my mind, that which clinches in flood
Yet leaves me bare and cold
Must clean more than all my sins
Will not pay pity on a whim
Strip flesh and bone, wipe them clean.
So in that mid summer's day
In midst of life I start to pray
Not even rain is welcome anymore
Nor purity, divining wind or safe shore
All safety in doubt is blown to bits
In my essence all which remains is fear