See the poem "Rain" by Edward Thomas (d. 1917), which begins:
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
TITLE - "Midnight Rain"
WHERE - San Francisco, California (2016), and Koeln, Germany (2015)