Rain, Wind, Blood
Poem★★★Frank I. Stanton wrote: The rain beat on my window pane; I said, Come in, O rain, O rain; Come in out of the dark, deep night, And wash my soul and make it white. But the rain replied, For the soul that died, There is only One, the Crucified.
The wind beat on my window pane, I said, Come in, O wind, O wind; Come in out of the wild stormy night And waft my soul to realms of light. But the wind replied, For the soul that died, There is only One, the Crucified.
To those two verses, D. E. E. Barton of Montgomery, Alabama, added another: The blood beat on my window pane; I said, Come in, O blood, O blood; The blood came in from Calvary’s night, And washed my soul and made it white.
And the blood replied, For the soul that died, I am thine own, the Crucified.
The point
A poem imagines rain, wind, and finally Christ's blood answering the soul's cry to be washed and made white.