I wish it could rain now,
I wish I could bath in the fierce showers of this city;
My wishes are pity,
I have no courage to risk sickness,
I have no heart to moisten again, so soon;
I just still want the rain,
I want just as much,
As much as I feel right now,
As much as I take in right now,
Still, just as much love.
Unoffered, be it,
I will absorb as much;
For though laughs are running away,
I am keeping some heart to smile,
To render some space to this sadness,
To lighten the straining eyes,
To blush and rejuvenate the cheek-flesh,
To open my ears to his music,
To open my heart a little,
To offer some reward for my ache.
Just as much rain,
Still as much love.