The Rain - Robert Creeley

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent--
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness. 

The first thing I noticed when I read this poem was--how do I even read this? Lines such as, 

"What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often?"

Made me post questions such as, am I supposed to accent the spaces between each sentence? Or do I read it as a whole? But then I realized--that was the beauty of this poem. The vague rhythm scheme and confusing wording in general was to show how rain can't really be defined using a single symbol. Like yin and yang, rain is both sadness and happiness.
This poem talks about how rain creates this "final uneasiness" for the author. But towards the end, it also mentions how rain is "the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-lust of intentional indifference." This is the reason why I picked rain as a topic. There aren't many topics out there that manage to beautifully describe two emotions that are on the complete opposite sides of the spectrum. 

I tried to make this visualization in a way that inflicts a feeling of both cheerfulness and despair. The natural beauty of nature and its vivid colors create this cheerful emotion, while the darkened mood and sky that the rain stained with gray creates this feeling of despair.