I stare down the road, but the rain is all I see,
A mountain of water, a fortress of wind.

My feet shuffle, my stomach twists, I’ve waited long enough to travel the road,
But every passing minute my fears grow in the distance.

Many men spend their lives pacing the gate,
No risk, no reward.

All the while the gloom approaches,
Quick as life, certain as death,
No man has yet escaped.

So take a step toward the storm, do not be afraid,
If your destiny is worth the drive what does a little wind and water matter?

Rain, you are the source of my troubles, the creator of sorrow,
I have created many troubles, I am the source of much sorrow,
Why am I to fear you?

Why sit idly by and let the havoc bear down on me?
I will surge ahead and be the havoc-bearer!
I am the soul that leaves my wake on the world.

But this is not the way of the meek, nor the path of the foolish,
This road I walk scars my sole,
It makes me strong, it turns me callous.

We have a storm inside us.

The salesman is poor but ambitious,
The musician sings loud but no one hears,
The English student writes late into the night,
The soldier bleeds but endures the fight,
The lover is left alone but continues to live.

Struck by love like a sudden rain, I dance,
It does not matter how heavy the rain falls,
I am in love.

Like a fool, I take shelter from the downpour and begin to shiver,
Now, cold and heartbroken, I cannot will myself to join the dance again.

So continue the dance of love!
Continue to take joy in the rain,
Or it will be a bleak and cold existence.

The road is not very long,
And no mortal travels it twice.

The path is full of hardship and the mud is deep, but love and growth are your companions.
The rain grows the seeds of love.

I am a driving deluge,
I carry suffering inside me,
I am a splintered sky,
And I do not wait to leave my mark upon the earth.

Will you march with me into the rain,
Or stay shivering at the gate?