A Good Hard Rain

A Good Hard Rain I hope it’s raining on a barbecue somewhere Or on a French terrace filled with cats Or the last place I saw a good movie I hope the rain is cold and hard on the rooftops Where the rich are dancing Where lovers are singing inside each other Where the cat burglar is creeping I want a freezing icy rain on the heads of Dead men in suit and tie leading lies Movie stars beyond human reach The drunk squeezing his last drop out The cop turning his eyes from his job On anybody that ever hated me. I want to taste the raindrops of last summer Or the one before that And the first summer I was alive. I want the deep cleansing rain that Noah had Right here inside my head. I want acid rain to fall on everything and everyone So they can smell the decay in it The perversion of a once wonderful thing. So they will feel like I do right now. Rain on you wherever you are Rain on a ’57 Chevy painted green Rain inside the mind of the grand dragon Rain on a mime in times square Rain on Jim Morrison’s tomb Rain on the dead Rain on a herd of cows eating grass in Ohio Rain on JD Salinger wherever he is Rain all the time forever and never stop till It all gets clean or washed away or drowned. Then let the sun shine for a while Just to say, ’Hey. It ain’t all bad’ Written October 5th, 2001 © on Oct 05 2001 01:39 PM PST   0 • 9