Liilia Talts Morrison

Freshman - 596 Points (August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Poor Man's Rain - Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Some people call it poor man's rain
When pots and pans on nightly stairs
Sound drips and drops from roof leak strain

Some people call it poor man's rain
When duct taped cracks brace to withstand
The pounding flood on window panes

Some people call it poor man's rain
When coats and shoes are frayed and worn
And puddles morning sidewalks stain

Some people call it poor man's rain
When sheets of water wait for dark
A blessing that the night contains.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

When it rains at night, you don't need an umbrella (if you're asleep) .

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012



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