Analysis of Night of the Rain

rainwater sinking through my clothing,
tracing the fingers, the tips dripping.
soaking deeper into my heart,
relieving the doubt of my mythical art.
the exhaustion expressed in the coloured clouds,
looking back at those i always felt proud.
the bleeding hands being washed away,
by single droplet of pain shedding away.
the tree's in the yard, smiling very hard,
finding it difficult to look for a way to start.
what could all of this mean?
as the sun goes down leaving a single beam.
the exclamation of joy for the first rain,
holds hands of the wounded heart, escaping out of vain.
dirt in the playground radiating scent,
replays the memories of the last rain,
to breathe again, to live again,
until the very end.