More Songs by the Fighting Men
Rain
AH! when it rains all day
And the sky is a mist
That creeps by chillily
Where sun once kissed,
Like death pale shroud,
My soul cries out aloud
In hopeless misery.
I cannot read nor write
A line for gloom,
My life lags, drenched of light
To cheer its tomb;
Chill and wet,
Comfortless I fret
In hopeless night!
And naught to hear but rain
Battering the ground!
O numbing pain!
O maddening sound!
Drowned in sky
Trees drip, drip, and sigh
And drip, drip, again!
France, 1917.
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