On Nov. 22, 2015, a crowd of 1,500 solemn mourners gathered to pay their last respects to Ezra Schwartz, an 18-year-old native of Sharon, Mass., who had been killed by a Palestinian terrorist south of Jerusalem three days earlier.

As the rain drummed down on the overflow crowd, and they heard of a life that had been cut down by senseless hatred, artist Peter Himmelman was inspired to write this song.


It's forty-six and raining in Sharon today
the trees have shed their leaves
the sky is silver grey
The birds fly in circles
watching from the sky

out in the distance
a plane passes by

and I wonder...
How the world still turns
how smoke still rises
how fire still burns
yet it does and it all goes on
it goes on as it did before
it's forty-six and raining in Sharon

out in street
cars and trucks go past
traveling out to some place
warm, and low, and vast

and I wonder...
How the world still turns
how smoke still rises
how fire still burns
yet it does and it all goes on
it goes on as it did before
it's forty-six and raining in Sharon

It's forty six and raining in Sharon today
the men came by early
dug a hole into the clay

people gather 'round, as if in a dream
some are on their knees, others they just scream

and I wonder...
How the world still turns
how smoke still rises
how fire still burns
yet it does and it all goes on
it goes on as it did before
it's forty-six and raining in Sharon

It's forty six and raining in Sharon today
silence is the only thing that's worthy to say
there's a logic that's held by God alone
to us it's as impenetrable
as the hardest stone

and I wonder...
How the world still turns
how smoke still rises
how fire still burns
yet it does and it all goes on
it goes on as it did before
it’s forty-six and raining in Sharon

it's forty-six and raining in Sharon
it's forty-six and raining in Sharon...