Sabbath Morning Rain

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.


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