Showers of joy come in handsful

Being wet all over I crossed the churchgate again... Moving towards the horizon Of blues, greys, reds, and a distant lighthouse - I was drenched by the showers Of eternal Joy That lasted just a minute, Leaving me with a fist full of pain! Drops that Chisel night and day on my lonesome face and Flow down the alleys as wasted tears... Thats the essence of bygone years That's the golden rule... Showers of joy come in handsful!