Ode to the Rain

“It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation.” – Sylvia Plath

So pour,
Pour– O rain!
Pour, don’t you stop!
Pour all that you are, pour all that you have
In these fragile people– So they may grow and realize.

Pour, O rain!
Pour, and make them realize!
That time takes it’s time to come
But when it comes, to escape from it
You won’t have the time!

So pour, O rain!
Pour– break, and clash
Upon their heads, and inspire water in their eyes.
For they’ve forgotten their tears, hidden their pains,
Forgotten their creeds– Far! -So far from humanity they are.


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