When the spring rains fell
And lovers danced in the fields
I hoped I’d be brought out of my hell
And let go of this protective shield
So I did
I went out dancing
Hoped that the rains touched me
Just like they did on everyone else
So I waited. Oh, I waited
It rained on and on, but never on me
But I kept dancing nevertheless
I danced alone. I danced with the stars and the moon
I danced with the dark night and the sky
I danced with myself and my solitude
Then I tired. Tired of dancing in a mirror
So I danced with men. Mad men.
Men upon whom the spring rains had poured
I still hoped the rains touched me.
And while I danced, the rains poured
They poured, but never on me.
Then men saw this and the dance was over
They walked away, away from bad karma
I stood in the rain and watched, and so did the cloudy skies
I watched with the stars and the moon
And witnessed the distance grow
And just like that, the dance was over
And yet the rains poured on.
I sit scribbling down these tearful memories
The rains still pour on those they choose.
With the rainbow as my witness
I’ve not danced with men since.
I guess every man has a lesson to learn, a part to play.
And despite all this pain
I never once questioned why!