Parable of arable land

I pass in the rain
That is always too soon
I am breath and you know i remain
A form of reflection
Enduring doubt and i'll come touch you again

You know i feel plenty
It's only my way of touching
What you cannot see
Only this is mine
Well come clean
Come closer to me now
I promise that i couldn't stop your changing
Some could be more open but you
You are already
But, again i summon night
Darkness is so quickly out

It did it to me
It did it to me