Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

RainyDay

A poem by Mary Oliver, one of our favorite poets.

A perfect poem for a long overdue rain…

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
by Mary Oliver

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
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the 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.