Do you think it’s going to rain?
For the rain it raineth every day.
There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground.
The rain is raining all around.
A little rain wasn’t going to stop us.
But we were undaunted, for a time,
It falls most tenderly, I think.
Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink;
Watching the hummingbirds, climbs up the thick growth.
Into each life some rain must fall, holding them both.
Listening to the rhythm of the rain.
Who attend too well my pillow,
I am hung with flowers.
In the silver of the showers.
by the warm touch,
in a private cloud.
could draw up an ancient memory which would.
I never said I would, I only said I could.
