We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEFGHIJKAHHLMNOP QRSTEUVWTTXLYHZTHTTC STCGA2TSB2ZC2B2D2B2T XE2TF2G2TTATTH2I2AJ2 K2L2AM2N2O2CTGM2M2ZP 2SP2G2P2ATCQ2M2R2OM2 SM2M2LM2ECSS2ZM2M2M2 VM2VO2ZTM2T2T2T2 ZO2CM2M2SZTU2AV2SM2T M2ALTW2M2LTU2TM2TVTO 2 O2ATM2X2TAAB2M2TTSM2 B2Y2M2Z2M2M2J2TTB2 SZM2M2O2M2FM2M2M2A3D 2M2B3TC3CM2M2M2M2TD3 C2TAT TM2M2M2E3L M2M2LM2C2D2M2ATJ2M2M 2M2M2M2TJ2CF3SCD2TM2 G3M2H3M2M2 G3L2E3M2M2LTS2I3M2M2 CTJ3M2M2H3M2 AATM2M2K3TM2M2SL3M2J 2M3TM2M2N3M2M2G3STAT LTTN3O2T TM2TM2O3M2M2M2M2LZM2call it the greenhouse effect or whatever | A |
but it just doesn't rain like it used to | B |
I particularly remember the rains of the | C |
depression era | C |
there wasn't any money but there was | D |
plenty of rain | E |
it wouldn't rain for just a night or | F |
a day | G |
it would RAIN for days and | H |
nights | I |
and in Los Angeles the storm drains | J |
weren't built to carry off taht much | K |
water | A |
and the rain came down THICK and | H |
MEAN and | H |
STEADY | L |
and you HEARD it banging against | M |
the roofs and into the ground | N |
waterfalls of it came down | O |
from roofs | P |
and there was HAIL | Q |
big ROCKS OF ICE | R |
bombing | S |
exploding smashing into things | T |
and the rain | E |
just wouldn't | U |
STOP | V |
and all the roofs leaked | W |
dishpans | T |
cooking pots | T |
were placed all about | X |
they dripped loudly | L |
and had to be emptied | Y |
again and | H |
again | Z |
the rain came up over the street curbings | T |
across the lawns climbed up the steps and | H |
entered the houses | T |
there were mops and bathroom towels | T |
and the rain often came up through the | C |
toilets bubbling brown crazy whirling | S |
and all the old cars stood in the streets | T |
cars that had problems starting on a | C |
sunny day | G |
and the jobless men stood | A2 |
looking out the windows | T |
at the old machines dying | S |
like living things out there | B2 |
the jobless men | Z |
failures in a failing time | C2 |
were imprisoned in their houses with their | B2 |
wives and children | D2 |
and their | B2 |
pets | T |
the pets refused to go out | X |
and left their waste in | E2 |
strange places | T |
the jobless men went mad | F2 |
confined with | G2 |
their once beautiful wives | T |
there were terrible arguments | T |
as notices of foreclosure | A |
fell into the mailbox | T |
rain and hail cans of beans | T |
bread without butter fried | H2 |
eggs boiled eggs poached | I2 |
eggs peanut butter | A |
sandwiches and an invisible | J2 |
chicken in every pot | K2 |
my father never a good man | L2 |
at best beat my mother | A |
when it rained | M2 |
as I threw myself | N2 |
between them | O2 |
the legs the knees the | C |
screams | T |
until they | G |
seperated | M2 |
'I'll kill you ' I screamed | M2 |
at him 'You hit her again | Z |
and I'll kill you ' | P2 |
'Get that son of a bitching | S |
kid out of here ' | P2 |
'no Henry you stay with | G2 |
your mother ' | P2 |
all the households were under | A |
seige but I believe that ours | T |
held more terror than the | C |
average | Q2 |
and at night | M2 |
as we attempted to sleep | R2 |
the rains still came down | O |
and it was in bed | M2 |
in the dark | S |
watching the moon against | M2 |
the scarred window | M2 |
so bravely | L |
holding out | M2 |
most of the rain | E |
I thought of Noah and the | C |
Ark | S |
and I thought it has come | S2 |
again | Z |
we all thought | M2 |
that | M2 |
and then at once it would | M2 |
stop | V |
and it always seemed to | M2 |
stop | V |
around or a m | O2 |
peaceful then | Z |
but not an exact silence | T |
because things continued to | M2 |
drip | T2 |
drip | T2 |
drip | T2 |
- | |
- | |
and there was no smog then | Z |
and by a m | O2 |
there was a | C |
blazing yellow sunlight | M2 |
Van Gogh yellow | M2 |
crazy blinding | S |
and then | Z |
the roof drains | T |
relieved of the rush of | U2 |
water | A |
began to expand in the warmth | V2 |
PANG PANG PANG | S |
and everybody got up and looked outside | M2 |
and there were all the lawns | T |
still soaked | M2 |
greener than green will ever | A |
be | L |
and there were birds | T |
on the lawn | W2 |
CHIRPING like mad | M2 |
they hadn't eaten decently | L |
for days and nights | T |
and they were weary of | U2 |
berries | T |
and | M2 |
they waited as the worms | T |
rose to the top | V |
half drowned worms | T |
the birds plucked them | O2 |
up | - |
and gobbled them | O2 |
down there were | A |
blackbirds and sparrows | T |
the blackbirds tried to | M2 |
drive the sparrows off | X2 |
but the sparrows | T |
maddened with hunger | A |
smaller and quicker | A |
got their | B2 |
due | M2 |
the men stood on their porches | T |
smoking cigarettes | T |
now knowing | S |
they'd have to go out | M2 |
there | B2 |
to look for that job | Y2 |
that probably wasn't | M2 |
there to start that car | Z2 |
that probably wouldn't | M2 |
start | M2 |
and the once beautiful | J2 |
wives | T |
stood in their bathrooms | T |
combing their hair | B2 |
applying makeup | - |
trying to put their world back | S |
together again | Z |
trying to forget that | M2 |
awful sadness that | M2 |
gripped them | O2 |
wondering what they could | M2 |
fix for | F |
breakfast | M2 |
and on the radio | M2 |
we were told that | M2 |
school was now | A3 |
open | D2 |
and | M2 |
soon | B3 |
there I was | T |
on the way to school | C3 |
massive puddles in the | C |
street | M2 |
the sun like a new | M2 |
world | M2 |
my parents back in that | M2 |
house | T |
I arrived at my classroom | D3 |
on time | C2 |
Mrs Sorenson greeted us | T |
with 'we won't have our | A |
usual recess the grounds | T |
are too wet ' | - |
'AW ' most of the boys | T |
went | M2 |
'but we are going to do | M2 |
something special at | M2 |
recess ' she went on | E3 |
'and it will be | L |
fun ' | - |
well we all wondered | M2 |
what that would | M2 |
be | L |
and the two hour wait | M2 |
seemed a long time | C2 |
as Mrs Sorenson | D2 |
went about | M2 |
teaching her | A |
lessons | T |
I looked at the little | J2 |
girls they looked so | M2 |
pretty and clean and | M2 |
alert | M2 |
they sat still and | M2 |
straight | M2 |
and their hair was | T |
beautiful | J2 |
in the California | C |
sunshine | F3 |
the the recess bells rang | S |
and we all waited for the | C |
fun | D2 |
then Mrs Sorenson told us | T |
'now what we are going to | M2 |
do is we are going to tell | G3 |
each other what we did | M2 |
during the rainstorm | H3 |
we'll begin in the front row | M2 |
and go right around | M2 |
now Michael you're first ' | - |
well we all began to tell | G3 |
our stories Michael began | L2 |
and it went on and on | E3 |
and soon we realized that | M2 |
we were all lying not | M2 |
exactly lying but mostly | L |
lying and some of the boys | T |
began to snicker and some | S2 |
of the girls began to give | I3 |
them dirty looks and | M2 |
Mrs Sorenson said | M2 |
'all right I demand a | C |
modicum of silence | T |
here | J3 |
I am interested in what | M2 |
you did | M2 |
during the rainstorm | H3 |
even if you | M2 |
aren't ' | - |
so we had to tell our | A |
stories and they were | A |
stories | T |
one girl said that | M2 |
when the rainbow first | M2 |
came | K3 |
she saw God's face | T |
at the end of it | M2 |
only she didn't say which end | M2 |
one boy said he stuck | S |
his fishing pole | L3 |
out the window | M2 |
and caught a little | J2 |
fish | M3 |
and fed it to his | T |
cat | M2 |
almost everybody told | M2 |
a lie | N3 |
the truth was just | M2 |
too awful and | M2 |
embarassing to tell | G3 |
then the bell rang | S |
and recess was | T |
over | A |
'thank you ' said Mrs | T |
Sorenson 'that was very | L |
nice | T |
and tomorrow the grounds | T |
will be dry | N3 |
and we will put them | O2 |
to use | T |
again ' | - |
most of the boys | T |
cheered | M2 |
and the little girls | T |
sat very straight and | M2 |
still | O3 |
looking so pretty and | M2 |
clean and | M2 |
alert | M2 |
their hair beautiful in a sunshine that | M2 |
the world might never see | L |
again | Z |
and | M2 |
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