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Lord, make us mindful of the little things
that grow and blossom in these days
to make the world beautiful for us.
-W.E.B. Du Bois
As my eyes
I feel the summer
in the spring
What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone,
in the forest, at night, cherished by this
perfectly innocent speech,
the most comforting speech in the world,
the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges,
and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows!
Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it.
It will talk as long as it wants, this rain.
As long as it talks I am going to listen.
And more than anything
this time has been