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Philip Rösel Baker

The Rain is Free

Listen up – parched yellowed grass!
It’s not just a few drops hitting the leaves
on the trees so they don’t even reach you.
It’s a whole morning downpour, would you believe

– and what’s more, the rain is free

For three months pale clouds have slid overhead
without dripping a mite on our fields in the East
while crop yields fell and forecasts teased
about showers that simply sailed by on the breeze

without falling – but then, the rain is free

Anglian imposed a hosepipe ban
as leaves began to crisp in the heat
They gave us advice about saving water
while failing to deal with their own chronic leaks

– but of course, the rain is free

Summer leaves began to brown like autumn.
The sun beat down, merciless, week after week.
To keep them alive, we poured our grey water
on plants, but some died – chlorinated, you see

– rain’s much better for plants – and free

On and off, rain’s fallen for millions of years.
It’s given us lakes and rivers and seas,
vapour mists into clouds that are meant to drop rain
that nourishes animals, birds and trees

and us – and what’s more, it’s free

Then companies were set up to charge us for it
They said – we can’t supply it for free
There’s infrastructure, essential repairs,
and of course, investors who’ll want to receive

their dividend – rain’s expensive, you see

But they weren’t nearly clever enough
to deserve our trust – naively,
we thought they’d build reservoirs,lay new pipes,
– private sector efficiency – fix the leaks

because after all, the rain was still free

Instead, they ramped up our bills and paid
more in dividends than they spent on leaks
built not one reservoir in twenty-seven years
as if climate change was dreamt up by freaks

as if rain would always fall, and be free

for them to exploit and line their pockets
paying eye-watering bonuses to CEOs
who poured raw piss and shit into our rivers
while threatening fines if we used our hoses

while the skies stayed blue and free of rain

Enough! – the time has come for change.
Drops of anger are turning into a stream
that’s becoming a river, and then a flood
of demands to make these confidence tricksters

come clean. The rain again will be free!

No more should water be used for profit
– essential for life, like the air we breathe,
we must store it carefully, gratefully, save it
for planet and people, communally.

The rain again will be free!

Philip Rösel Baker is an Anglo-German poet living on the East Anglia coast. His poetry is published in Ireland and the US, as well as in the UK, where he has won the George Crabbe Poetry Prize and, last year, the Shelley Memorial Prize. He performs his work regularly at open mics in Ipswich and Felixstowe, and this year will again be a featured poet in Suffolk Poetry Society’s showcase event at the Poetry in Aldeburgh festival. His first collection, Supernova, will be published by Cinnamon Press later this year.

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