Rain by Edward Thomas
I got caught in a heck of a rainstorm on the way home from work yesterday (mostly while walking to my car - ick!). I spent yesterday evening baking and it was still raining by the time I went to bed. So this poem seemed appropriate today.
Rain
By Edward Thomas
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
Current Tea: Bavarian chocolate creme (black tea with flavoring of creamy German chocolate) Yes, it’s as freaking fabulous as it sounds and I can’t believe I hadn’t purchased it at the Tea Embassy until now.
