This is another poem about Nico, and his thoughts on the rain, just picture him outside, alone and searching. You'll get what I mean.

Pit pat, pit pat, the rain drips

Most people hate rain

But why, It washes away

Thoughts, and feelings

The rain drips

Like the thoughts from my mind

But it ends

And sorrow comes back

My head is like a canvas with paint

And when the rain comes, the colors spread and mix

And it leaves my canvas black, and white

But that is good

Because when it is blank,

I do not think the bad thoughts

And I am new, so fresh

Because my mind has been cleared

By the rain