Man itself is a transient being against the time negligible and against the universe minuscule. Even so, we have dreams and a wish to fulfill them, perhaps that becomes the reason for this existence. Not to live but to thrive.
Whenever one fails the world laughs not because he has failed but because he thought he could do it. Would you dare standing up even after that? This is what this all poem is about.
"what is that keeps the man going?" asks the rain falling at his feet. To this the man is a bit bewildered as to where should he begin from, so he ends up putting his thoughts in the form of poem.