A wave crashes against the northern shore
A tear falls from the sky, a rain begins to fall,
Wettening these days of hallowed yore,
The sun clears up your eye.
As surely as the weather changes,
And the seasons do the same,
I can tell you this most surely,
The rain is calm and tame.
Adam Pfaff
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waves-14/
