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 ~

(What Do We Know)

 
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