It So Seldom Rains on the Moon Hallways are silent, the city's asleep. Night's a tradition we cling to and keep. Out for a walk as I sort through a heap Of memories, thoughts out of tune, Like running through rain by a seashore in June -- But it so seldom rains on the Moon And the memories tied to the sea and the rain Remain ... It says in the schedule it's autumn today But why even bother I really can't say -- Freeze-dried December and vacuum-packed May Wrapped up in a sterile cocoon -- Atmosphere dome like the bowl of a spoon And it so seldom rains on the Moon But the memories tied to the sea and the rain Remain ... So why did we come here and why don't we go? It's something of freedom and room for to grow -- We can't quite explain it, you may never know Or else you may see it quite soon -- We're not going back to that big blue balloon Though it so seldom rains on the Moon And the memories tied to the sea and the rain Remain ... Thomas G. Digby written 0235 hr 4/14/76 entered 1210 hr 3/05/92