amystery puzzled and vexed me,

unsolvable, strange and deep.

perplexed and worn out in spirit

it followed me into my sleep.

then with eyes that were heavy with dreaming

i drifted from darkness to dawn.

for the raindrops scattered my shadows

with numbers of broken song.

i thought of the heavy mystery

that troubled me yesterday,

it seemed i never could solve it

or drive it completely away.

and i thought of the thousands of moments

when each, to oneself stands alone,

thrown back on oneself for the answer

the answer that never comes home.

as i pondered each sad broken number

the raindrops made on the pane,

the shine came to me, came in bundles,

for i heard the song in the rain.{59}

shine is a guest we have often

grief being seldom is great.

i have no quarrel with mystery

i have no quarrel with fate.