Increasing the Next Hour but Then Tapering Off

It’s raining.
Light but steady,
Just above freezing.

The world isn’t over
Itself, not even nearby,
No end and no solutions yet.

Was there ever going to be an end?
What kind of solution did you expect?

You’re like a page on a library shelf,
No, a line on a page on a shelf.

What can you resolve in one line,
Especially with regard
To the whole library,

All the words of which
Aren’t there to end?
The rain ends.