“beautiful insanein the rain”

“And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the rain? Who is there in the rain’s million-needled blurring splash, listening to the grave music of the rain at night, September rain, September rain, so dark and soft? Who is there listening to steady level roaring rain all around, brooding and listening and waiting, in the rain-washed, rain-twinkled dark of night?”

“The tasteof rain-- Why kneel?”

“and rain will fall on our eaves.”

“My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.”

“Beautiful girlsJust primpBut beautiful boysDo suffer.”

“The beauty of things must be that they end.”