I go to funerals,

in tall boots,

and trench coats,

to watch the people cry.

I bring the rain,

to wash the earth,

each time,

that someone dies.

Boots pulled up,

and trench coat long,

I listen to them moan.

And as they leave,

I part the clouds,

and let the sunlight through.

I shed my coat,

and leave the boots,

now that you have left here too.