The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Rain

by Dora Sigerson Shorter

THE RAIN

This is the rhyme of the rain on the roof,
Tears, all tears, slow falling tears—
If this is the warp, then what is the woof?
Flesh that sorrows and flesh that fears.

Ah! poor humanity, weeping sore,
Guilt and sorrow, anger and shame.
Oh I who could peace on this earth restore?
Who shall punish and who shall blame?

Here where a God, loved much, was slain.
Since He hath failed, then who can win?
On the thirsting ground let them fall again,
Tears of sorrow and tears of sin.