Sabbath Morning Rain
LIKE diamond on window pane,The sky is jagged by spears of rain.As splashed by layers of grease and lardThe slate-roofs glitter cold and hard.And people drag their damp-soled feetLike sacks of dough along the street.Some orange peel of yesternightBrightens the gutter’s mud-choked plight.The ghosts of last night’s riot-spilthMingle with puddle, slime and filth.A lady walks to Church, her petWhite prayer book shielded from the wet.Umbrella dripping, gloves, frock-coatA man sails Churchwards like a boat.Red, smug-faced schoolboys slouch and lurchBefore the grimy Gothic Church.Soon sound has ceased except th’ inanePlop-plopping of the Sunday rain.
LIKE diamond on window pane,The sky is jagged by spears of rain.As splashed by layers of grease and lardThe slate-roofs glitter cold and hard.And people drag their damp-soled feetLike sacks of dough along the street.Some orange peel of yesternightBrightens the gutter’s mud-choked plight.The ghosts of last night’s riot-spilthMingle with puddle, slime and filth.A lady walks to Church, her petWhite prayer book shielded from the wet.Umbrella dripping, gloves, frock-coatA man sails Churchwards like a boat.Red, smug-faced schoolboys slouch and lurchBefore the grimy Gothic Church.Soon sound has ceased except th’ inanePlop-plopping of the Sunday rain.
LIKE diamond on window pane,The sky is jagged by spears of rain.
LIKE diamond on window pane,
The sky is jagged by spears of rain.
As splashed by layers of grease and lardThe slate-roofs glitter cold and hard.
As splashed by layers of grease and lard
The slate-roofs glitter cold and hard.
And people drag their damp-soled feetLike sacks of dough along the street.
And people drag their damp-soled feet
Like sacks of dough along the street.
Some orange peel of yesternightBrightens the gutter’s mud-choked plight.
Some orange peel of yesternight
Brightens the gutter’s mud-choked plight.
The ghosts of last night’s riot-spilthMingle with puddle, slime and filth.
The ghosts of last night’s riot-spilth
Mingle with puddle, slime and filth.
A lady walks to Church, her petWhite prayer book shielded from the wet.
A lady walks to Church, her pet
White prayer book shielded from the wet.
Umbrella dripping, gloves, frock-coatA man sails Churchwards like a boat.
Umbrella dripping, gloves, frock-coat
A man sails Churchwards like a boat.
Red, smug-faced schoolboys slouch and lurchBefore the grimy Gothic Church.
Red, smug-faced schoolboys slouch and lurch
Before the grimy Gothic Church.
Soon sound has ceased except th’ inanePlop-plopping of the Sunday rain.
Soon sound has ceased except th’ inane
Plop-plopping of the Sunday rain.