The Man Who Loved the Rain

by Robyn Hitchcock

Respect the dead

You will be joining them soon

Honour your mother and father

And all of the folks on the moon

In watery handwriting scattered in drops 

On my window pane

He wrote: I am the weather vane

I’m the man who loved the rain

Don’t last too long 

The world changes under your feet

Life is eternal, life is so brief

And life is so sweet

Sweeter than even a fox in a hole
Or a thought in a brain 

I am the weather vane:

Swaying with every feeling that hits me

Again and again

I’m the man who loved the rain 

The man who loved the rain...

You have two graves

Your name’s on both of them 

I like to keep people guessing as well 

When I’m close to them

I have two clouds

Both of them hard to contain

One of them showers with flowers

The other one bursts on the plain

Love me or leave me you have to believe me

I’ll jump your train

I’m the man who loved the rain 

The man who loves the rain

The man who loves the rain

Don’t try to leave

Don’t try to remain

I’m the man who loves the rain