I drifted from darkness to dawn.

For the raindrops scattered my shadows

With numbers of broken song.

I thought of the heavy mystery

That troubled me yesterday,

It seemed I never could solve it

Or drive it completely away.

And I thought of the thousands of moments

When each, to oneself stands alone,

Thrown back on oneself for the answer

The answer that never comes home.

As I pondered each sad broken number

The raindrops made on the pane,

The shine came to me, came in bundles,

For I heard the song in the rain.{59}

{59}

Shine is a guest we have often

Grief being seldom is great.

I have no quarrel with mystery

I have no quarrel with fate.

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