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.”