what is life after all without the disappointments, 
without those nights when you wanted warmth and had only yourself?
and then i turn outside and see the rain falling,
leaving the safe and loved sky, dropping blissfully to the hot and thirsty earth,
to be gulped and evaporated. 
still they fall, fall to give life to us,
 and i think may be there is more to life 
than my own needs.