Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy againin 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 branchesand the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standingunder 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 momentmy right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with starsand the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.-Mary Oliver
Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
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