How the rain jumps
How the rain patters
How the rain rises
In this storm crisis.
Night of rain
Genesis of thrill
Thrill surfeiting
Genesis of pain
So I
So I
How the rain jumps
How the rain patters
How the rain rises
In this storm crisis
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Your poem reveals that curious mismatch between Nature as a beautiful display of life and Nature as a morally neutral background to our endeavors. Over the time frame of just one night, our perception of Nature goes from A GENESIS OF THRILL to A GENESIS OF PAIN, from a sense of Nature as benign to Nature as alien, threatening, not at all reassuring and comforting. The repeated SO I alerts us to a similar condition in our human lives: the experiences which begin in delight will devolve into regret and loss. This is a powerful poem with an uncompromising clarity of vision.