Cityscape # 4
The rain is falling
On beautiful faces
And on the hoary indigent head;
Falling on all the elegant places,
Falling too upon burned out traces
Of where life and love have fled.
Cold rain falls
On all they who
Like life blood coursing through its veins
Make life in the city
Cold rain falls on the merciful-just -
Cold rain falls on they with no pity -
Cold rain is falling
Just as the Maker of rain declares it must.