We Aint Got No Money Honey But We Got Rain
Read 'We Aint Got No Money Honey But We Got Rain' by 'Charles Bukowski' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
We Aint Got No Money Honey But We Got Rain by Charles Bukowski
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.
there wasn't any money but there was
plenty of rain.
it wouldn't rain for just a night or
a day,
it would RAIN for 7 days and 7
nights
and in Los Angeles the storm drains
weren't built to carry off taht much
water
and the rain came down THICK and
MEAN and
STEADY
and you HEARD it banging against
the roofs and into the ground
waterfalls of it came down
from roofs
and there was HAIL
big ROCKS OF ICE
bombing
exploding smashing into things
and the rain
just wouldn't
STOP
and all the roofs leaked-
dishpans,
cooking pots
were placed all about;
they dripped loudly
and had to be emptied
again and
again.
the rain came up over the street curbings,
across the lawns, climbed up the steps and
entered the houses.
there were mops and bathroom towels,
and the rain often came up through the
toilets:bubbling, brown, crazy,whirling,
and all the old cars stood in the streets,
cars that had problems starting on a
sunny day,
and the jobless men stood
looking out the windows
at the old machines dying
like living things out there.
the jobless men,
failures in a failing time
were imprisoned in their houses with their
wives and children
and their
pets.
the pets refused to go out
and left their waste in
strange places.
the jobless men went mad
confined with
their once beautiful wives.
there were terrible arguments
as notices of foreclosure
fell into the mailbox.
rain and hail, cans of beans,
bread without butter;fried
eggs, boiled eggs, poached
eggs; peanut butter
sandwiches, and an invisible
chicken in every pot.
my father, never a good man
at best, beat my mother
when it rained
as I threw myself
between them,
the legs, the knees, the
screams
until they
seperated.
"I'll kill you," I screamed
at him. "You hit her again
and I'll kill you!"
"Get that son-of-a-bitching
kid out of here!"
"no, Henry, you stay with
your mother!"
all the households were under
seige but I believe that ours
held more terror than the
average.
and at night
as we attempted to sleep
the rains still came down
and it was in bed
in the dark
watching the moon against
the scarred window
so bravely
holding out
most of the rain,
I thought of Noah and the
Ark
and I thought, it has come
again.
we all thought
that.
and then, at once, it would
stop.
and it always seemed to
stop
around 5 or 6 a.m.,
peaceful then,
but not an exact silence
because things continued to
drip
drip
drip
and there was no smog then
and by 8 a.m.
there was a
blazing yellow sunlight,
Van Gogh yellow-
crazy, blinding!
and then
the roof drains
relieved of the rush of
water
began to expand in the warmth:
PANG!PANG!PANG!
and everybody got up and looked outside
and there were all the lawns
still soaked
greener than green will ever
be
and there were birds
on the lawn
CHIRPING like mad,
they hadn't eaten decently
for 7 days and 7 nights
and they were weary of
berries
and
they waited as the worms
rose to the top,
half drowned worms.
the birds plucked them
up
and gobbled them
down;there were
blackbirds and sparrows.
the blackbirds tried to
drive the sparrows off
but the sparrows,
maddened with hunger,
smaller and quicker,
got their
due.
the men stood on their porches
smoking cigarettes,
now knowing
they'd have to go out
there
to look for that job
that probably wasn't
there, to start that car
that probably wouldn't
start.
and the once beautiful
wives
stood in their bathrooms
combing their hair,
applying makeup,
trying to put their world back
together again,
trying to forget that
awful sadness that
gripped them,
wondering what they could
fix for
breakfast.
and on the radio
we were told that
school was now
open.
and
soon
there I was
on the way to school,
massive puddles in the
street,
the sun like a new
world,
my parents back in that
house,
I arrived at my classroom
on time.
Mrs. Sorenson greeted us
with, "we won't have our
usual recess, the grounds
are too wet."
"AW!" most of the boys
went.
"but we are going to do
something special at
recess," she went on,
"and it will be
fun!"
well, we all wondered
what that would
be
and the two hour wait
seemed a long time
as Mrs.Sorenson
went about
teaching her
lessons.
I looked at the little
girls, they looked so
pretty and clean and
alert,
they sat still and
straight
and their hair was
beautiful
in the California
sunshine.
the the recess bells rang
and we all waited for the
fun.
then Mrs. Sorenson told us:
"now, what we are going to
do is we are going to tell
each other what we did
during the rainstorm!
we'll begin in the front row
and go right around!
now, Michael, you're first!. . ."
well, we all began to tell
our stories, Michael began
and it went on and on,
and soon we realized that
we were all lying, not
exactly lying but mostly
lying and some of the boys
began to snicker and some
of the girls began to give
them dirty looks and
Mrs.Sorenson said,
"all right! I demand a
modicum of silence
here!
I am interested in what
you did
during the rainstorm
even if you
aren't!"
so we had to tell our
stories and they were
stories.
one girl said that
when the rainbow first
came
she saw God's face
at the end of it.
only she didn't say which end.
one boy said he stuck
his fishing pole
out the window
and caught a little
fish
and fed it to his
cat.
almost everybody told
a lie.
the truth was just
too awful and
embarassing to tell.
then the bell rang
and recess was
over.
"thank you," said Mrs.
Sorenson, "that was very
nice.
and tomorrow the grounds
will be dry
and we will put them
to use
again."
most of the boys
cheered
and the little girls
sat very straight and
still,
looking so pretty and
clean and
alert,
their hair beautiful in a sunshine that
the world might never see
again.
and
We Aint Got No Money Honey But We Got Rain Summary and Analysis
Bukowski frames the poem as a memory of an immense Los Angeles rainstorm during the Depression, but the weather quickly becomes more than weather. The storm floods streets and houses, overwhelms drains, and traps families indoors, creating a pressure-cooker of hunger, poverty, fear, and domestic strain. The poem's movement is both comic and devastating: it begins with a skeptical aside about modern talk of climate, then widens into a child's vivid recollection, and finally settles into an almost ordinary classroom scene where children are asked to describe the disaster and mostly invent stories because the truth is too painful or awkward to tell.
At the center is a boy witnessing not only the storm but also his father's violence and his family's instability. The child's bravado, especially his threat to kill his father if he hits his mother again, collides with his helplessness. Around him, the unemployed men, anxious wives, ruined cars, and leaking roofs suggest a whole social world under siege. Yet the poem does not stay in despair alone: after the storm, sunlight returns, birds feed, school resumes, and children sit in class pretending the event was something manageable. That tension between catastrophe and ordinary life gives the poem its force. The storm is at once literal memory, family trauma, and a picture of survival in a damaged world where people endure by joking, lying, working, and carrying on.
Tone in We Aint Got No Money Honey But We Got Rain
Bukowski's tone is rough, unsentimental, and darkly amused, even when he is describing fear or violence. He remembers the storm with an eye for absurd detail and blunt social reality, so the poem never sentimentalizes hardship. For the reader, the mood shifts between claustrophobic panic, uneasy comedy, and a strange calm after the rain stops. The final classroom scene leaves an atmosphere of fragile normality, as if everyone is trying to act civilized while carrying private damage beneath the surface.
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Themes in We Aint Got No Money Honey But We Got Rain
- Childhood memory - The poem turns a storm into a remembered scene from boyhood, showing how a child stores public disaster together with private fear and family conflict.
- Poverty and survival - The Depression setting makes scarcity part of daily life, from food shortages to joblessness, so that the rainstorm becomes one more pressure on already strained lives.
- Domestic violence - The father's beating of the mother stands out as the most intimate terror in the poem, revealing how hardship inside the home can be as destructive as the storm outside.
- Truth versus storytelling - In the classroom, the children invent tales about the rain because the real experience is too painful or embarrassing, suggesting that memory often becomes shaped by performance and avoidance.
- Nature's overwhelming power - The rain is depicted as relentless, physical, and almost sentient, dwarfing human plans and exposing how fragile homes, roads, and routines really are.
- Resilience and aftermath - Even after fear and damage, people return to school, look for work, and try to restore order, which gives the poem a hard, uneasy sense of endurance.
Literary Devices in We Aint Got No Money Honey But We Got Rain
- Free verse - The loose, unshaped lineation mirrors the rush of memory and the uncontrolled force of the storm, letting the poem feel conversational and accumulating.
- Colloquial diction - Bukowski's plain, rough language gives the poem a working-class voice and keeps the emotional weight grounded in everyday speech.
- Repetition - Recurring phrases about rain, stopping, dripping, and waiting create a rhythmic insistence that mimics the storm's persistence and the family's repeated suffering.
- Hyperbole - Exaggerated images such as rain lasting for days and hail like rocks intensify the scene, capturing how extreme weather feels in memory.
- Juxtaposition - The poem contrasts flooding with breakfast, panic with school routines, and disaster with childish classroom games, highlighting how ordinary life continues beside chaos.
- Imagery - Concrete details of drains, toilets, leaking roofs, mud, birds, and sunlight make the poem physically vivid and help the reader feel the storm's aftermath.
- Irony - The class assignment to report what happened during the storm leads to lies and evasions, undercutting the idea that children can simply narrate trauma honestly.
- Direct dialogue - Brief bursts of speech from the family and the teacher interrupt the narrative, making the poem feel immediate and exposing personality under stress.
Symbolism in We Aint Got No Money Honey But We Got Rain
- Rain - The rain symbolizes overwhelming hardship, but also the constant pressure of history and memory that keeps returning with force.
- Storm drains - The drains represent human attempts to control chaos; when they fail, the poem suggests the inadequacy of social systems under stress.
- The house - The flooded home stands for family life under siege, where private domestic space cannot protect its inhabitants from either weather or violence.
- Cars - The stalled old cars suggest economic failure, mobility blocked, and the inability of unemployed men to move forward.
- The classroom recess story circle - This scene symbolizes the gap between lived experience and socially acceptable narration, since the children can only partially tell the truth.
- The rainbow - The rainbow hints at consolation and wonder after disaster, but the poem treats that comfort with a touch of skepticism and childlike mythmaking.
Historical Context of We Aint Got No Money Honey But We Got Rain
Charles Bukowski often wrote about working-class Los Angeles, family conflict, and the bodily, economic pressures of ordinary life. This poem fits that larger world: the Depression-era setting evokes mass unemployment, foreclosures, and instability, while the city's flood-prone streets and improvised homes ground the memory in a recognizable Southern California landscape.
The poem also belongs to a mid-20th-century American tradition of plainspoken, autobiographical free verse that resists polished sentiment. Its mix of confession, humor, and social observation reflects the postwar interest in vernacular poetry and in the lives of people who are usually left out of formal literary celebration.
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