It’s May and the Rain is Falling
It’s May and the rain is falling;
The hills were just going from green to golden
But now it’s May, and the sun is stalling.
This time before summer – usually free and jolly –
Tonight will be cold with logs unburned, wet, and molden;
Today, dark clouds cloak this land with melancholy.
I step outside when it should be warm –
Stinging rain, treacherous wind – a curse of olden.
Why in May must I weather this storm?
But no! This gloom cannot make me blue!
Light must lie ahead that is pure and golden,
Because tomorrow is June and with it comes a brighter hue.
Yes, tomorrow is June, and the sky will be clear;
Freedom is coming on swift flying wings.
But June is soon, and whatever it brings,
More rain there will be for me to fear.