...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...

... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

a rainy walk through leaves will cure almost anything

...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...