Treasure Island

Michael Shepherd

(8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0221 Rain in May

It’s May and it’s raining
and I’m standing at the front door
as if I were the first rain itself
on Eden, blessing and blessed
before there could be
any division between the two,
rejoicing in the scent of rain
and green and singing gratitude

a boy again, rejoicing in the scent of rain on earth,
being, without thought,
all these things

Submitted: Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Edited: Friday, July 14, 2006

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  • Scarlett Treat (5/16/2006 11:11:00 PM)

    How in so few words you express the joy of that first rain, the feel and smell of it, is just beautiful... (Report) Reply

  • Graham Leese (5/16/2006 4:29:00 PM)

    There certainly was something special in the rain today Michael and youve captured it flawlessly, as ever. Awed-
    Graham (Report) Reply

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