I am in North Carolina and it's raining, but this isn't bad. I love rain in the summer. My poem today is for just such an occasion. It is by Rainer Maria Rilke.
Before Summer Rain
All at once from the green of the park,
one can't quite say, something is taken away;
one feels it coming closer to the windows
and being silent.
Out of a grove, persistent and strong, sounds a plover,
one thinks of a Saint Jerome:
so intensely rises a solitude and fervor
out of this one voice that the downpour
shall listen. The walls of the great hall
with their paintings retreat from us
as if not allowed to hear what we say.
Reflected in the faded tapestries
is the uncertain light of afternoons
in which one as a child was so afraid.
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