Rain. Sweet Autumnal rain I cherish, hence Like balm unto my soul; how it'd avail Me after dark, sheer solace in th'all hail, Its voice what calls unto my soul, defense Within that note I've loved for years, a sense Of yonder, yet of peace in that detail, Though how words maunt express but seem to fail My vain attempts to say what I know, whence? Tomorrow is my day off, rain as twere What Mum said's great for sleeping, which we two Half need, it seems to me. I'm tired in tour Frae crazy hours I badly needed, to Be certain, yet which quite fatigued me. Stir Thyself and save us, LORD, for we wait You.