... For him, rain was always associated with lost love. London has been bathed in rain for the last two weeks and I wonder if long buried memories are once again being discovered and pondered upon ...
The rainy Pleiads wester,
Orion plunges prone,
The stroke of midnight ceases
And I lie down alone.
The rainy Pleiads wester,
And seek beyond the sea
The head that I shall dream of
That will not dream of me.
