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
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0221-rain-in-may/
