Poetry on a Rainy Sunday

The rain puts me in such a relaxed and mellow mood. The drip-drop sounds hitting the roof and windows soothe me like a lullaby. I even listen to the rain to help me fall asleep. I find I'm most inclined to read poetry when I'm feeling peaceful and serene. I thought I'd share this particular poem not only because of its subject, but because Mary Oliver is definitely one of my top five favorite poets ever.

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.
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 and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

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