It was a long and stormy night
And his wife grew tired in labor
At last brought forth a child
And it’s Father called her Rain.
The Mother grew in anger
For that was not a name
She had picked another.
The Father stood his ground
And that was that.
The years went by
And those who saw
And frequented their home
Knew she was surely driven
As much by name as deed.
And when she reached the age
When she would pick a mate
She went on without one
She would seek the dawn
And a new horizon.
The years went by as one
Until there came a day
When storms had settled in
And the sun had gone away
The wind blew hard
And Father and Mother cried
And wished they knew the fate
Of one they named as Rain.
In the storm and autumn’s night
A knock came swift and hard
The door once opened failed to show
The reason for it’s sound.
But when they looked outside
A figure hard and true
Standing firm against the storm
A glimpse of blonde hair flew
And in that night they welcomed
Rain to all their warmth
And heard stories of her wealth
But nothing of her love.