The Drum

The evening air
Is painted blue
A soulful color
Of cheerless hue.

On wet grasses
In gentle rain
It soaks me through
In darkening stain.

Let it fall on me
Oh, let it fall
I am determined
To take it all.

When darkness comes
And all is still
I will surrender
To the world’s cruel will.

But until that hour
Let the rains come
And beat on me
Like a sodden drum.