BUT WHEN THE RAIN

Written by: Sidney Beck

BUT WHEN THE RAIN
 
 
But when the rain
On the shimmering street of wet dirt
Dissolves today into yesterday,
The childhood inside bursts out
Unhappy and restricted  -
So glad that it’s past;
 
But when the rain
Rattles at the glass, shaking
The loose panes and oozing
Through the crumbled putty,
Years of ten or twelve become today -
And now I sigh with relief;
 
But when the rain
Soaks down my collar,
The shivering sheet of the wet shirt 
Sticks uncomfortably around my neck -
As if to choke the now
Inside the cold then; 
 
But when the rain . . .