Just Rain…

After three gloriously sunny days we are back to rain, thunder-storms, and chill…I was feeling rather glum about it, rather mildewy around the edges, when I read this while I was browsing in a bookstore, escaping from a sudden squall…

Just Rain by Mary Oliver

The clouds

  did not say

    soon, but who can tell

      for sure, it wasn’t

the first time I had been

  fooled; the sky-doors

    opened and

      the rain began

to fall upon all of us: the

  grass, the leaves,

    my face, my shoulders

      and the flowered body

of the pond where

  it made its soft

    unnotational

      music on the pond’s

springy surface, and then

  the birds joined in and I too

    felt called toward such

      throat praise. Well,

the whole afternoon went on

  that way until I thought

    I could feel

      the almost born things

in the earth rejoicing. As for myself,

  I just kept walking, thinking:

    once more I am grateful

      to be present.

Her book “Evidence” went home with me…