Rain-prayer — Summary

A broken ploughed field In the driving rain, Rain driven slant-wise Over the plain.

I long for the rain. The dull long rain. For farmlands and ploughlands And cornlands again.

O grey broken skies. You were part of my pain !

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The poem opens with a stark image: a broken ploughed field under driving rain, slanted by the wind over a wide plain. Right away, the scene feels both physical and emotional. The speaker then declares a deep, almost desperate longing for this rain—calling it “dull” and “long,” suggesting something monotonous and all-encompassing. It’s the kind of rain that belongs to farmland, ploughland, cornland—places of labor, growth, and memory. There’s a homesickness here, as if the speaker is cut off from that agricultural world and yearns to feel it again. The abrupt final line, “O grey broken skies. / You were part of my pain!” adds a twist: the rain isn’t just a comfort; it’s tangled with old suffering. The speaker prays for the very thing that once hurt them, which makes the longing ache with complexity. The mood is melancholic and intimate, like a private confession spoken into a damp wind.

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