Listening to the pulses of rain falling on the roof of a hut where he is trying to sleep whilst at a training camp in England Thomas considers his own plight and also the predicament faced by others at a time of war. In other words, ruined by guns and changed through the sin of killing.
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into this solitude.
This structure and the consistent talk of his own emotions and continual talk of himself reinforces that these strong emotions are very centred around his own self and possibly not influenced by others.
The rain first led Thomas into isolated self-examination and thoughts of death: his spirit however rebelled, embracing the rain and the living world beyond.
Thomas further expresses his identification of death through the structure of the poem. In this sense the rain comes as a blessing to Thomas; it first awakens him to a consciousness of death, but then provides consolation as a sign of life.
Frost urged Thomas to move with his family to New England but Thomas enlisted in He uses metaphors such as for washing me cleaner than I have been which could have the underlying meaning of death being cleansing, all his sadness and sin will be washed away, he will no longer have to worry or feel the way he does.
Thomas expresses a wish that nobody whom he has loved in the past is now lying awake, wherever they may be, unable to sleep, or — worse still — is dying this night. But we will have to wait and see. Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: But here I pray that none whom once I loved Is dying to-night or lying still awake Solitary, listening to the rain, Either in pain or thus in sympathy Helpless among the living and the dead, Like a cold water among broken reeds, Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff, Like me who have no love which this wild rain Has not dissolved except the love of death, If love it be towards what is perfect and Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
How to cite this page Choose cite format:. The state of mind is revealed in the opening line Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain this is an immediate indication of the writers emotional experience.
It could also potentially mean that he feels his sadness has cleansed him, his death is imminent and his bleakness and solitude is washing away his concerns in preparation, as if it is almost calming.