Soft Rains Will Come Poem by James McLain

Then there will come the soft rains
and new odor of the ground and the swallows;
surrounding air with their new found joy.
and frogs in the swimming pools adrift
their star light returned
and avocados tree in the blending green.
the blackbirds will carry their feathery friend red fire,
left behind their whims on a low barrier-wire;
and not one will know such as it was
and none will make worry finally when it is made.
this world one would occupy,
neither bird nor tree, if l look back and drifting falls off
foot steps waves foam hidden gone washed anew completely,
and itself arises, when it s' is time, who knew.