It’s May and it’s raining <br />and I’m standing at the front door <br />as if I were the first rain itself <br />on Eden, blessing and blessed <br />before there could be <br />any division between the two, <br />rejoicing in the scent of rain <br />and green and singing gratitude <br /> <br />a boy again, rejoicing in the scent of rain on earth, <br />being, without thought, <br />all these things<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0221-rain-in-may/
