LINGERING IN HAPPINESS
After rain after many days without rain,
It stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground
where it will disappear — but not, of course, vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share,
and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole’s tunnel;
and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years,
will feel themselves being touched.
–Mary Oliver
Gladsome Lights 
Thanks for re-posting this poem! I was thinking about you, reading about the deluge, …and then that this won’t make a dent in your drought! Your garden is bound to react vigorously though. Mine is being drenched right now too, and it will be even colder tomorrow. But still no frost!
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This is a Mary Oliver poem I have not read before. Have you been able to enjoy some of the rain that blew in from the Pacific?
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I love Mary Oliver. Lovely poem.
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A beautifully descriptive poem. How I long for rain after so very many years without rain.
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I always think of you, Anne, when it rains here, knowing how much worse your drought is for householders especially.
The forecast here is for a drier than average « rainy » season, but it’s hard not to get one’s hopes up after a drenching so early in the fall.
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