It rained tonight, and I slept well
It rained tonight while dreams prevailed
It rained tonight; my eyes closed tight
It rained tonight—I had no sight
It rained the night I slumbered deep.
It rained last night—now I can’t sleep.
And all the round it’s heard, it’s said,
that had I not been in my bed,
had I not let my spirit wane,
had I not broke under the strain,
we’d all be here to laugh and sing,
and to the curb our cares we’d fling;
but heaven’s pouring over now,
all heads are cut or made to bow
before evil I cannot name;
and I—and I!—I am to blame.