tonight
the world is raining on my leaking roof
but my bed is dry
dark clouds weeping above me float aloof
high up in the sky
the sound of the rain on my roof soothes me
like the tears I cry
waters the garden of humanity
and none can deny
that the falling rain makes the plants happy
and the wretched sigh
tonight
the world is raining on a homeless child
exposed on the street
to the elements like trees in the wild
above and beneath
the night-world is cold your son your daughter
has nothing to eat
rain has passed hours after no laughter
nowhere to retreat
nowhere dry to rest his head drain water
swirls around his feet
tonight
the world is raining on a coke zombie
craving for a high
lips lungs fingertips blistered by empty
brandy bottle fry
only concern to support his habit
cons or steals to buy
he cannot eat cannot sleep cannot quit
seems futile to try
the cooling relief of the rain’s respite
helps the night go by
tonight
the world is raining on a destitute
living in the park
clouds above her weeping obscure the truth
she lives in the dark
what difference does it make dry or wet
nakedness so stark
at least abject deprivation has let
her free as a lark
live her unobtrusive life until death
frees her lot at last
tonight
the world is raining on my lonely heart
drizzling drip by drip
the pleasure of its pitter patter has
for me no kinship
no sweet nectar of love song or love kiss
from a lover’s lip
the wind brings a chill I cannot dismiss
hugs me in its grip
and melancholia is the wine of bliss
on which this night I sip
tonight
the rain has passed but rain clouds never stop
hovering above
the roofs and trees still shed rain and teardrop
crying out for love
my heart the child the addict and the waif
still hunger and starve
vulnerable still tossed like a dry leaf
far from God’s golden glove
in winds of the vicissitudes of life
far from her treasure trove
tonight
the world is raining on my leaking roof
but my bed is dry
dark clouds weeping above me float aloof
high up in the sky
the sound of the rain on my roof soothes me
like the tears I cry
waters the garden of humanity
and none can deny
that the falling rain makes the plants happy
and the wretched wonder why
Copyright ©2001 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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