When It Rains It Pours

Invariably our best nights were those when it rained. - Thoreau

squirming tears of rain

unfulfilled love leaves its stain

nothing for heart's gain

Author's Note

"The life of a good man will hardly improve us more than the life of a freebooter, for the inevitable laws appear as plainly in theinfringement as in the observance, and our lives are sustained by a nearly equal expense of virtue of some kind. The decaying tree, while yet it lives, demands sun, wind, and rain no less than the green one. It secretes sap and performs the functions of health. If we choose, we may study the alburnum only. The gnarled stump has as tender a bud as the sapling." - Thoreau