Standing in a rainstorm,
Darkness falls behind,
While a sweet melody,
Races through my mind.
All thoughts,
Linger in air,
Like an oncoming stranger,
Passing fair.
For in the distance,
I see a fading light,
And a shadowy figure,
Imbedded in soft white.
It slowly gets brighter,
And then fades away–
From then on I wonder,
Day to day:
What is my purpose,
On this withering plain?
And why do the heavens,
Bring forth the rain?
I am a seeker,
And  will soon come to find,
That my happiness lies,
On the darkness behind.