Last Night The Rain Spoke to Me – By Mary Oliver

In my journal circle recently, the facilitator shared this poem, and several others, about rain. Rain is in short supply the last couple of years and we are finally within a few inches of breaking the drought. It has been a blessing to once again experience the smell of rain in the air, the sound of rain on the rooftop, the sight of rain puddling in the bird bath or at the road side. Once again, our trees have happy leaves! It is a blessing indeed.

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 wondrous journey
still to be ours.

By Mary Oliver


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