Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Into Every Life A Little Rain Must Fall

Today it is raining March showers on the March flowers.

I backed out of the garage this morning and pressed the button to close the garage door. It shut halfway and then stopped. I pressed the button again. Nuthin'. Again. Nuthin'. I got out of the car, ducked into the garage, and pressed the button on the wall.

Nuthin'.

Then I noticed that the light was out, too. The frickin' power went out in the middle of garage door closure. In a fabulous imitation of my youngest child, I growled and stomped my feet. Then, unlike him, I took a few deep breaths, manually released the garage door, locked it, and went out the front door to the car.

The day's journey began, and it was all good.

Here's a wonderful poem by Mary Oliver:


Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

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.

4 comments:

kkonmymind said...

haha,I laughed at the "fabulous imitation" part. That is a beautiful poem. Thank you for posting it.

Windy said...

I love the poem!! Beautiful! The garage door story cracked me up.

k2 said...

Great Poem - reminded of something that happened long ago.
Damn - technology, crapping out because of a little rain!
k2

Naomi said...

Technology is great when it works. Always have a manual back up!!!