“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!
Mary
Oliver
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the ground glistens
slick
flowers and grass
tired and bowed
lift their heads
and square their shoulders
brash again
brilliant purple and yellow clarion
the stream sings
with renewed delight
birds fluff their feather
in joyful affront
rain in a time
of
drought
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