Like the Rain

I can see the clouds change over me
And I await the rain. It will come soon,
But when it does, I know I will not be
Unhappy, although it is almost June
And I long for the sun. The rain will pass;
It has no power to hurt me at all,
For it is but an empty, formless mass
Of water, forced by gravity to fall,
And bears me no ill will. Oh, if it could,
I cannot think of how I would endure;
But without purpose there's no ill or good,
And rain is purposelessness, strong and pure.
So I will watch the clouds, and feel the rain,
But from it all I draw no doubt, no pain.