Passers, pass me like the rain.
Be shadow shapes that curve and lean
With every turn of wind; refrain
From being felt and being seen.

Walk less and drifting more, go by
Unheard or with the certain sound
Of water slanting from the sky
And falling softly on the ground.

Be meaningless; over my mind
Blow like gusts across the pane.
Leave me alone and free to find
The cooler meaning of the rain.