i know the sights and sounds of winter rain
the gloom means less at ending of hard drought
this day is one when all the silent shout
that they have overcome the dark and pain
the water washes out the human stain
there are some rules that none would dare to flout
for fear that pretty soon they’d be shut out
and left bedraggled on the empty plain
we praise the sun returning in its might
we praise the rain praise every single shower
and do not wait to wonder at the door
to all our chances through it day and night
come messengers and signs of every power
and we too soon know all about the score
between the darks
strategic error
you tell us only what we need to know
or what you think’s our truest deepest need
but that turns out to be the cruel deed
from which you sought to guard us so
we are into the wilderness forced to go
unable to deny or to accede
and ignorant of all that was agreed
not knowing if the end comes fast or slow
we find ourselves among the many blind
who fail to understand the normal sign
of what will be a time of hope and cheer
for on our journey none may be so kind
as to provide us with the fruit and wine
that celebrate the turning of the year
