54932: Rain

<p dir="ltr"> Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain<br> On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me<br> Remembering again that I shall die<br> And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks<br> For washing me cleaner than I have been<br> Since I was born into this solitude.<br> Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:<br> But here I pray that none whom once I loved<br> Is dying to-night or lying still awake<br> Solitary, listening to the rain,<br> Either in pain or thus in sympathy<br> Helpless among the living and the dead,<br> Like a cold water among broken reeds,<br> Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,<br> Like me who have no love which this wild rain<br> Has not dissolved except the love of death,<br> If love it be for what is perfect and<br> Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.<br></p>