Analysis of It's May and the Rain is Falling

It’s May and the rain is falling;
The hills were just going from green to golden.
But now it’s May, and the sun is stalling.

These days before summer usually free and jolly;
Tonight will be cold with logs unburned, wet, and molden.
Today, dark clouds cloak this land with melancholy.

I step outside when it should be warm;
Stinging rain, treacherous wind, a curse of olden.
Why in May must I weather this storm?

But no! This gloom cannot make me blue.
Light must lie ahead that is pure and golden.
Because tomorrow is June, and with it comes a brighter hue.

Yes, tomorrow is June, and the sky will be clear;
Freedom is coming on swift flying wings.
But June is soon, and whatever it brings,
More rain there will be for me to fear.