They let her go at the end of a working day, when she felt so low she could barely drive, through green Northern California hillsides which looked so peaceful that she finally stopped and lay down in tall grass, among cows, thinking, this must be something of what death is like.
Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky.
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high.
Love reign o'er me.
Love, reign o'er me, rain on me.