‘The Voice of the Rain’ by Walt Whitman (1885)

And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain, Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form’d, altogether changed, and yet …

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Rainy Wood

It smells like the woods soaked in rain, Earthy and dirty, With the sound of the soil’s watery gain, A deep inhale of breath. The shadow of the clouds rests heavy here, Drowning all in grey – So all the green leaves slowly disappear, Fading into twilight. But whether clouds grow thicker or sun lower, …

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