Hugo Williams

(1942 / Windsor, United Kingdom)

Billy's Rain - Poem by Hugo Williams

When I'm lying awake, listening to rain
hammering on the roof,
the phrase comes back to me,
our code for 'Let's get out of here'.
We were huddled in the back of a van
with the lights, the videotape equipment
and the man with the rain machine.
'Why can't we use the regular rain?' you asked,
as rain hammered on the roof.
'That's God's rain', said someone.
'It doesn't show up on film.
We need Billy's rain for this one'.
When I find myself soaked to the skin, tired,
or merely bored with God's rain,
the phrase comes back to me.
I'd say it now if I thought you were listening.

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  • (11/30/2007 6:02:00 PM)

    Pretty sharp. I wasn't listening, I was reading. (but I say the same thing to my readers- if I don't, I mean to) . (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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