by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

 I love the sound of falling rain
coursing down a nearby drain
or splashing up against my pane.
I didn’t like it quite so much
when it was leaking inside my hutch
or when my poncho was employed
on patrol in jungle void of
any place that was not wet.
But then again in tented space
when rain came down above my face
upon the roof of said tent,
its patter was a lullaby 
to which I slept
in my content.

Rain can be a pleasant thing
in the summer or in spring,
in winter it is oft times raw
and sometimes turns into a thaw.
I’ve seen it turn to sloppy mud
that even tanks could not budge
and walking was a despair
if you were going anywhere
like going up to the front,
a place that you did not want.

Rain is nice in some respects,
for farmers it’s a must.
It turns a field to a growing place
and crops will fill up the space.
Let us not despair for
rain will fall everywhere.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Regimental Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942–44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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