Rain has been setting the mood here the past couple of days, creating a pleasant sort of gloom. In honor of that, I present you with:
Rain by Edward Thomas
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into solitude.