Edward Thomas

(3 March 1878 - 9 April 1917 / London / England)

Rain - Poem by Edward Thomas

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.


Comments about Rain by Edward Thomas

  • Paresh Chakra (12/9/2018 10:56:00 AM)


    Rain is a very fantastic poem (Report) Reply

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (5/6/2018 12:39:00 AM)


    For washing me cleaner than I have been
    Since I was born into this solitude.
    Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: ..... a fine poem and very original.. tony
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  • (3/11/2018 5:36:00 AM)


    It is nise (Report) Reply

    (3/13/2018 8:47:00 AM)

    learn how to spell

  • (1/4/2018 12:55:00 PM)


    Really nice enjoyed it (Report) Reply

  • (12/1/2017 11:50:00 PM)


    Too babyish did not like the way it ended (Report) Reply

  • (11/21/2017 12:33:00 PM)


    i am entered in the poetry by heart and don't now if i should
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    do this
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  • Lodigiana Poetess (11/15/2017 4:53:00 PM)


    Truly lovely piece of work- enjoyed it very much! (Report) Reply

  • Uddhab Naik (8/25/2017 7:07:00 AM)


    Conclusion is beautiful... (Report) Reply

  • (6/23/2017 8:02:00 PM)


    Good Imagery. nice to read (Report) Reply

  • (12/2/2014 5:13:00 PM)


    Truly haunting. Very dark, dreamlike imagery and yet it is, at its core, very real, very human. The rain is cleansing, but only in death is it purifying. In life it is nothing but sobering. It forces him to reflect, to agonizingly contemplate on his own misery and the solice of death. The untamable rain is a woeful reminder that seeking perfection is folly- it doesn't exist in this world. (Report) Reply

  • Charlotte Gunther (3/8/2014 4:30:00 PM)


    midnight thoughts and remembering those you once loved- do they feel the midnight rain? there is hope? hope seen in the cold dead reeds that just might hide life after death- which he claims to love. He loves death because life has disappointed him, death will not- not now after the rain has cleansed him.
    this poem is like the half-awake, half-formed thoughts that come during a midnight rain.
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  • Ndimele.g. Ancientsword (3/7/2014 6:59:00 PM)


    Edward thomas is a lonely man, helpless among d livin nd d dead awake in d midnight listening to d heavy rain he describe as ' Wild Rain, a tempest' either in pain or thus in sympathy. that makes him remember that life is once as death is inevitable, is a sure thing that wll definately take place nd whn it does 'neither will hear d rain nor give it thanks' but seize d given chance to pray and thankful for none he had loved to b in sound mind. Also made us know 'blessed are d dead rain rains upon. (Report) Reply

  • Soulful Heart (3/7/2014 7:15:00 AM)


    Solitude and the pain of lonliness...d anticipation of death all hammered together tightly....a despotic poem yet heis thankful that none of his loved ones are hurt today.... (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2013 1:50:00 AM)


    It is the most sensitive poems i have read. and what touches me about this poem is its almost imperceptible presence. quite a stark contrast to the raw and humngous presence of a Neruda poem for example. i dont think there are dark poems or dark phases. there are mere dark bends. or perhaps episodes needing the absence of light to leave the din of brightness out to help focus back. i think Edward Thomas is focusing back in this poem. perhaps the last few lines are pure sarcasm, he has no love for death, he has no love for the rain washing away, and he is convinced that the rain has not washed away a farthing from him. (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2013 1:24:00 AM)


    Depressingly poetic, but very well written, the rain wets you too. (Report) Reply

  • (8/24/2012 4:00:00 PM)


    Rain cleansing before judgment for a man in love with death. Whew. (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2012 4:41:00 PM)


    Even the darkest thoughts are a pleasure to read when rendered artfully. (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2011 7:00:00 PM)


    much prefer Wordsworth's Daffodils but couldn't seem to post on that.... (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2010 10:54:00 PM)


    solitude....

    i agree with terence....

    '''solitude”—are early expressions of the alienation articulated by twentieth century writers.’ '''

    know 'one hundred years of solitude' by columbian novelist gabriel garcia marquez? ... about war and alienation....
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  • (3/7/2010 10:47:00 PM)


    if edward thomas lived in a war, then it could be possible that the RAIN indicates the bullets. and therefore, the sound it makeson our roofs signifies the noices(gunfires here, gunfires there)

    Remembering again that I shall die
    And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
    For washing me cleaner than I have been
    Since I was born into this solitude..

    this signifies the chance to die in a war.

    .the 'washing me cleaner than i have been since i was born into this solitude' signifies the effect of the rain (war) to the narrator...and solitude means fear/loneliness. thus he was born in a war, or maybe live...

    Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
    But here I pray that none whom once I loved
    Is dying to-night or lying still awake
    Solitary, listening to the rain,

    'blessed are the dead' because they can no more experience the fear of war
    'but here i pray that none whom once i loved is dying tonight'-the narrator wishes that his loved ones(family, maybe) are safe...
    'or lying still awake...listening to the rain' this one signifies the wish of the narrator that no one would be wounded...if you're wounded, you can do nothing but lie, and just listen to what is happening....

    'among the living and the dead, ' signifies no exact fate in a war...

    Like me who have no love which this wild rain
    Has not dissolved except the love of death,

    'the love of death' signifies the will and courage to fight.

    If love it be towards what is perfect and
    Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.

    in this last two lines the narrator wishes that the result of the war is goodness ('perfect') and not 'disappointment'
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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