O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
The rain is gone now, though it was good while it lasted.
The rain is gone now, almost as quickly as it came.
But it's played its part, and the summer is a little cooler for it.
Little puddles remain - little reminders of what once was - as I sit and listen to a song from 2007 called 1973.
Like the summer after the storm, I will learn from my mistakes.