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Thursday, October 29, 2015

The Rain Spoke to Me


Photo : Igor Zenin





Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me



Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,


what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again


in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,


smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches


and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing


under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,


and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment


my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars


and the soft rain —
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.



~ Mary Oliver

 

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