RAIN AT NIGHT.

When you are tucked up all warm in your bed
And you hear the rain come tumbling down,
When you are cozy and safe and quite well fed
You think ‘Oh, what a wonderful sound,
It will quell forest fires, water the plants,
Save me a job, rain is better for the ground.’
Yet there is a side we may not think of
When all cozy tucked up in our beds,
When the rain makes noise on the windows
And rattles on roofs of houses and sheds.
That’s the state of those who are homeless,
Nowhere safe from the penetrating rain,
Relentless in purpose, it comes falling
Coursing rejoicing, discomfort, sorrow and pain.
We need rain, we need sun, we need ice cold snow
To fall on this beautiful land so large and free,
But let us at least think of all the homeless souls
When we are fed and dry and safe as can be.

M Ann Margetson June 15 1998 ©

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