436. Rain by Edward Thomas
b'E Thomas read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past.\\nwww.classicpoetryaloud.com\\n\\n--------------------------------------------\\n\\nRain\\nby Edward Thomas (1878 \\u2013 1917) \\n\\nRain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain \\nOn this bleak hut, and solitude, and me \\nRemembering again that I shall die \\nAnd neither hear the rain nor give it thanks \\nFor washing me cleaner than I have been \\nSince I was born into this solitude. \\nBlessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: \\nBut here I pray that none whom once I loved \\nIs dying to-night or lying still awake \\nSolitary, listening to the rain, \\nEither in pain or thus in sympathy \\nHelpless among the living and the dead, \\nLike a cold water among broken reeds, \\nMyriads of broken reeds all still and stiff, \\nLike me who have no love which this wild rain \\nHas not dissolved except the love of death, \\nIf love it be towards what is perfect and \\nCannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.\\n\\nFirst aired: 27 February 2009\\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2009'