They fall like shed tears from the sky
Dulling spirits and creating a Melancholy
Atmosphere as they transform the world
Into a dull, grey place of misery.
They fall in their thousands, cold and chill
Landing on grass, and ground and skin
Making all the world stand still
Making life as miserable as sin.
They come in driving sheets and armies
Pounding on the window pane
Drenching bush and tree and human
And roll and splutter in the drain.