Rain on me

Pour, pour yourself out like rain,
like rain over a summer vale,
on the yellowed grass and the lolling billy goat,
on the drowsing horny toad under the rusty bell
so the heart may rise from its lonely well
and see through this world of airs and vapors
the natal glory of its maker.

Pour, pour yourself out on me
for I am here and I am he
who has come, come to hold dear
your valor, your fears, your laughters, your tears.