Is the rain, a drop, a lonely one?
Let alone is it the only one?
And the petals weak that soak it up.
Do they grow the lonesome like that one drop?
May it be that you, a human standing there,
Is lonely so as well?
And that drop, that one and only one,
Feeding the flower, lonely one
Is it so that that once lonely drop
From your lonely eyes did run?
