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So it's raining here this morning, rather unexpected, but always welcome.. I think I feel fall coming, there's been a different chill in the air in the mornings, even though the afternoons get warm.. I love this time of year, autumn, when the air gains a crispness and the trees show their true beauty.. Fall is the doorway into some of my favorite holidays as well, starting with Halloween Whenever it rains and I can smell the rain it makes me think of this poem by Sara Teasdale.. I've loved it for such a long time, even though there are notes of morbidity in it, I've always liked its honesty and the beauty of its words.. So here it is, enjoy!

There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

-- Sara Teasdale