All night the sound had br come back again, br and again falls br this quite, persistent rain. br br What am I to myself br that must be remembered, br insisted upon br so often? Is it br br that never the ease, br even the hardness, br of rain falling br will have for me br br something other than this, br something not so insistent-- br am I to be locked in this br final uneasiness. br br Love, if you love me, br lie next to me. br Be for me, like rain, br the getting out br br of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- br lust of intentional indifference. br Be wet br with a decent happiness.