The Raining

    THE night I left my father said:
    "You'll go and do some stupid thing.
    You've no more sense in that fat head
    Than silly Billy Witterling.

    "Not sense to come in when it rains--
    Not sense enough for that, you've got.
    You'll get a bullet through your brains,
    Before you know, as like as not."

    And now I'm lying in the trench
    And shells and bullets through the night
    Are raining in a steady drench,
    I'm thinking the old man was right.

        Wilfred Gibson