sorrow like a ceaseless rain
beats upon my heart.


oh, and before anyone gets out the
phonebook for the samaritan hotline
i'm only quoting Edna for the ceaseless rain comment
not the sorrow part of it.

i thought about using Joyce's last paragraph from "The Dead"
that includes, "Yes, the newspapers were right,
snow was general all over Ireland"
but then, it wasn't really snowing, now was it.

but man-alive, it sure was raining
ceaseless-ly