Poem: The Night it Rained

It rained tonight, and I slept well

It rained tonight while dreams prevailed

It rained tonight; my eyes closed tight

It rained tonight—I had no sight

It rained the night I slumbered deep.

It rained last night—now I can’t sleep.

And all the round it’s heard, it’s said,
that had I not been in my bed,
had I not let my spirit wane,
had I not broke under the strain,
we’d all be here to laugh and sing,
and to the curb our cares we’d fling;
but heaven’s pouring over now,
all heads are cut or made to bow
before evil I cannot name;
and I—and I!—I am to blame.

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