Last night <br />the rain <br />spoke to me <br />slowly, saying, <br />what joy <br />to come falling <br />out of the brisk cloud, <br />to be happy again <br />in a new way <br />on the earth! <br />That’s what it said <br />as it dropped, <br />smelling of iron, <br />and vanished <br />like a dream of the ocean <br />into the branches <br />and the grass below. <br />Then it was over. <br />The sky cleared. <br />I was standing <br />under a tree. <br />The tree was a tree <br />with happy leaves, <br />and I was myself, <br />and there were stars in the sky <br />that were also themselves <br />at the moment <br />at which moment <br />my right hand <br />was holding my left hand <br />which was holding the tree <br />which was filled with stars <br />and the soft rain – <br />imagine! imagine! <br />the long and wondrous journeys <br />still to be ours.<br /><br />Mary Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-the-rain-spoke-to-me/
