Raindrops

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
By Mary Oliver

Last night
The rain
Spoke to me
Slowly , saying

What joy
To cone 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 it 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 wild and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

Thus Abstact began as a mobile of tiny paper umbrellas hanging in the docs office while waiting for my friend