My grief and I walked quietly A day ago, a year ago; And all the hills were sweet and wet For it was raining, raining slow. A thousand fragrances smoked up Of new-laid dust, of sage, and pine. My footsteps sagged into the loam For it was raining all the time. It cupped in leaves, and dripped from leaves And ran in ribbons on the ground. The conifers moved heavily And swayed into the rhythmic sound. Thunder shot the air and light Froze terribly an instant... still I smiled the while I wept, for it Was raining, raining on the hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUNRISE SONG by SIDNEY LANIER MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WENDELL PHILLIPS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SERIOUS REFLECTION ON HUMAN LIFE, SELECTION by HENRY BAKER THE LAST MAN: LIFE'S UNCERTAINTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WHERE ARE THE WARRING BRAVE? by JOSIE CRAIG BERRY |