Rain
By George Kalogeris
It was pain, midnight pain, nothing but the wild pain
He heard as if his prayer could channel the rain
Falling to tell him that someone was dying alone
Lying out there with others drenched to the bone
Helpless as broken reeds in the cold, cold water
Answer me if you can: does the rain have a father
Said the Whirlwind to Job as he lay in the terminal ward
Or out in the trenches — it’s what the poet heard
Lashing the roof of his hut as the sound of sheer
Dissolution kept his body awake to the pure
Isolation of all those in pain, midnight pain,
And nothing but wild flawless lines to the wild falling rain
That calls itself catharsis — O tender Edward Thomas
Copyright © 2020 by George Kalogeris.