Why do we do the things we do? Just to do it to experience it and then move on. Nothing we can keep constant. We go there and then leave. Maybe we can take something away with us but we can't stay there forever.
There is this kind of feeling that a lot of things we cannot control in real life. That's my impression of this piece.
The world is going forward too fast. I think a lot of people might be feeling out of control.
The hard rain in the poem to me is those uncontrollable situations that push us forward no matter how much we want to linger behind for those feelings we treasure.
